Would Amber claim 'dibs' and cut them off from me?"Hey Lynne," Amber called over. "Ben was just telling me how you'd pushed him to come upstairs and t...lk to me. You seem really interested in his love life and in helping him to move on from his ex-girlfriend."Blushing, Lynne looked down and set aside the knife she'd been using to chop vegetables. "I want what's best for him. If that means stopping the physical part of our relationship so he can grow emotionally with you, then I can accept that.". The shirt hid the narrow waist he knew from memory but her wide hips and toned legs were on full display, her cute pink panties fully visible. In the chat they were asking for more. He shouldn't but he did. He pulled her shirt up and she moved a little against him still asleep as he bared her stomach and took another picture. He felt guilty, but excited. They went nuts in the chat again. Asking how often he fucked her, how tight she was, how her tits felt. They all just assumed he did all this,. That's when she walks into my room, wearing a white see-through nightgown. My reading is suddenly forgotten as I see the look in her eyes -- that special look, the one that says Mommy's in the mood for loving. Slowly I rise to stand before her, heart hammering in my chest, the book falling unnoticed to the floor. Her eyes burn into mine as she takes my hand, holding it for a moment, her thumbnail lightly scratching against my palm. Then the breath is wrenched from me when, with a sudden hard. He shoved it in hard andI had to suck and swallow fast to catch every last drop. Then he laid theresatisfied. I kissed him again.He seemed different now,more sure of himself, happier. It made me glow to think I had made such adifference to him, that I'd been able to indulge in my kink to do it was evenmore rewarding. He looked into my eyes."Thank you."Hesaid to me.He promised he would callme in a while, and a week passed and he did call me. He invited me down the pubwhere we had met. I had.