"Sometimes she touches me..."Billie could feel her body trembling all over and tried not to let Lonnie know how excited his words had made her. It was...like finding out the most secret secrets of life, and she was actually weak with anticipation of his next words. Another bolt of lightning jabbed the night air outside, but the thunder that followed was further away. A slow patter of rain had begun to wet the windowpanes and the air was cool and fresh-smelling."Where... does Gloria touch you?". He was probably the least interested in learning what all he was capable of. But I never thought he lacked for raw power." Jack pointed his cigar at me. "Exactly." "What about Natalie? You said something about her being a mother." "One son. Patrick. He's twenty. To best of our knowledge, he doesn't even know about his heritage. But you can only keep that from a child for so long," Jack said. "And Todd and Holly do take their kids to visit once a year or so. So he may well have experimented with. She hated fishing season. She loved him, but she hated pixies and fly rods and those fucking feathers that littered her kitchen table all summer so that he could be the all-mighty fisherman. After all, he had patiently explained time after time, REAL fishermen tied their own flies. REAL fisherman knew what the fish really wanted better than any mass-production factory.She hated fish.However, as much as she hated fish, she loved her husband. She'd entertained passing thoughts of illicit summer. ..............oooooooooohhhhhh, fuck your mother's big pussy. Fuck me silly you sexy little boy!" Oh, yeah? Is this what you want?" as I pulled out of her to slide the shaft in between her lips. Her hand reached for the shaft and stroked it and led it back in."You have no idea how long it has been since I have been fucked like this. I have you for 2 weeks." Well, it's been a long time coming. I have fantasized about fucking this pussy many times." Well, it's all yours tonight. Come on baby.