" We will, thanks Grace. Bye." Bye Anet," Grace threw the switch. "What are you looking at, sailor?"The Navy Canal Transit pilot was bug eyed. "Umh? O...ficers? Honest?"Grave nodded."Ma'am. You never said," he gulped. "I've been treating you like you were some admiral's rotten kids. Am I in trouble?" Not at all, First. We don't flaunt it ... well ... except with the asshole Panamanian idiot. He knew we were officers and still acted like God's gift," Grace said. "You didn't know and were all. Traditional guy on girl. Then some lesbian porn. Then group sex. And on and on it went. And then I got to my biggest fetish, the one I tried to hold out on. The one I never shared with the women I dated……strap-on sex. No, not girls using strap-ons on each other. Girls strapping-on guys. I don’t know why, but from the very first time I stumbled upon one of these videos, I was hooked, and as I watched more of these videos, I experimented a little by myself. Trying a finger here. A second finger. " He sits where he can look at my eyes, the only means ofcommunication that I have. I can move them right and left, or roll themup to disapprove. But I need to be careful not to blink too much. If Ido that my eyes freeze open until somebody closes them. I worked out hehas done this to prevent communication. The man is devilishly clever.He begins: "I had always timed the end of her dosage for after thesurgery. I thought that after a week or so there would be a realisationand an emotional. He didn’t lock his door… That must mean he accepted me, right?Billy was there, standing in the middle of the room, his face burned red.There were no words for what I was about to do.I simply walked up to him, to my boy, and cradled his face in my hands.“Mom? What are you-”I’m sorry, honey, please forgive me. Mommy can’t control herself any longer.I pushed my lips against his in a bruising kiss. Not one a mother would give her son, but a woman to her lover.My son responded feverishly, snaking.