I don't think I could've stood to be around him, since I knew that I'd tell him what had happened, and if I did, I'd never get to see Amanda again. So...I just ignored his pounding, and fell asleep.When I woke up, the first thing I saw was that the pile of junk stacked near the closet on the far side of the room had grown, the hallmark of Ed's return. I sat up, and noticed that I had been sleeping with Amanda's panties clutched in my left hand, up against my face. I noticed Ed, too, under my. However, between the lines we could read that there were some other things we could do to fix the situation. He had always been watching my girlfriend with that kind of look. He had never even tried to hide the attraction he felt for her, and always kept telling me what a beautiful girlfriend I had. It was only this time when he made that small remark, about how her beauty might be the key to solving the whole problem. When I talked about it with my girlfriend afterwards I was surprised how. My son was being bathed by me, we shared a bath and were alone. He played and splashed and suckled my breasts, I loved my nipples as they were incredibly sensitive, but a darker secret was my fondling of his penis. My husband would bring a man back from the pub, and my bathing was to ensure I was freshly smelling feminine, I knew I would fuck him and realized from previous experienced to work myself up for a quickie upon penetration, anything more would be a bonus, but I needed that first. I went to the public bathroom and saw some of the graffiti written and it intrigued me. I had an excited, tingly feeling. When my cousin and his girlfriend took me home, I borrowed my mom's car and went back to the park. By this time it was getting dark, and I went to the bathroom and stood in a stall, pretending to urinate. Pretty soon a guy asked me to come out with him to avoid any other guys. We went to an evergreen bush that had a nice niche. He sucked by cock and I remember thinking.