Now the question here for you in Saint's town is: who will you fuck first? Some random MILF, whom you don't even know her name? The Head of the PTA, n...xt door? That Hippie Mom from down the block? The Latina with the big booty, whom you work for? The token Black mom in a rich community that actually looks like she's young enough to still be in high school, and is the local gym owner? That Muslim lady that's captain of the block and welcomed you when you moved in? Or will you try to convert that. But as I've gotten to know her better, I realize that I do." I had been prepared to BS my mother as thoroughly as Mrs. Reynolds had, but as the words came out of my mouth, I realized that I had spoken the truth. I decided to stick with that as far as I could."You seem to have a lot of respect for her." Oh, yes! She's much more strict with me than you are. But I've learned a lot from her, too." Oh? What has she been teaching you?" I don't think you can say she's been 'teaching' me. The things. .. or should I?" Charles asked, still chuckling.Jon's face reddened. "I was just wishing that I had enough handcuffs for all you women so we men could have our way with you!"There was a moment of silence as the women looked stunned.The men were snorting, trying not to laugh. It didn't work. They roared with laughter. The women eventually joined in.On their way home a little while later, Barbara was leaning against Jon with her head on his shoulder, stroking his inner right thigh. "Barbara,. I follow my heart and open the door. The bathroom is dark with only a few candles burning on a window sill. My eyes are getting used to the low dim light. To my surprise my wish has come true and I see you. You are in the bathtub covered under a blanket of soap. We both stare at each other and we both can’t believe we are in the same state yet alone in the same house. “Hi sweetie” you say with your lovely and sexy voice. I thought I would surprise you and take off early from work. I walk.