I was thinking how those cheaters live like this.During dinner I couldn’t hear a thing that my husband is saying to me but instead I was recalling t...e memory of the pleasure from my son’s dick in my mind. I almost wet my panties just thinking about it.After dinner, I did fuck my husband, but it just didn’t feel as good as my son’s dick. God, am I crazy slut? I can’t get my mind away from my son. I kept telling myself that he is my son and that I can’t fuck him again. But the more I tell myself. I can see in her eyes even in the dim-lit bar; she is hunting prey. She does this for me, but she chooses who. I only get a vote if I feel she isn’t safe.Suddenly, I see her break her gaze to zero in on a guy who had just come into the bar. I looked him up and down the same way she was doing at this very moment. I’d guess six feet, maybe two hundred pounds, but it looks like all muscle. The polo shirt he has on is bulging in all the places you see the hunks from movies bulge. My eyes drift. You come in the house and call for me but i'm not home from work yet, so you decide to go ahead with your shower. Leaving the bathroom door slightly open so the mirror doesn't fog up you undress, start the water and step in. I come home and head for my room to change out of my work clothes. I pass the bathroom hearing the shower running as i near, i notice the door slightly open and can't resist peeking in. The shower curtain isn't pulled all the way closed and i can see your naked back. . Or maybe I was better off taking a look at the string bikinis..."The girls nearby giggled as they glanced in my direction. One of themturned to whisper something in the ear of another, and then I blushed alittle as they all started laughing in my general direction. Elizabethscowled and reached for the device."Baby?" I said again, standing between her and the girls."Oh." She looked down at the suit then back over at me. She grinned. "Ithink we'll need to try it on."We worked our way over to the.