I watch you walk back slowly, and I finish the last of my drink and stand up just as you turn around and beckon me over with a single finger and a win.... How did you know I was sitting here. Tonight I am going to fuck my fantasy stranger.I'm walking towards you as you walk into your home. You leave the door open and I follow hesitantly. I'm out of my element now since I have never gone home with a stranger before. You are now grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge without asking if I want a. Their voices were muffled within their own kisses, but they shook uncontrollably, confirming that they had an explosion right there on the floor. Both girls broke out in a sweat at that point, but I wiped them down with one of our towels. They were amused at how I gave extra drying care to their tits and their pussies. Sometimes using the spoken language is just not necessary, as we proved. The girls went into the kitchen arm-in-arm, but I just plopped down in the large recliner and took a. I gazed out the window and listened to the city. Martha was right: being with kindred souls made a difference. I wondered how I would handle myself when I returned home. The very idea of having to fly back to Memphis loomed threateningly, making the spread of the next few weeks seem like a paltry few minutes. How much did Martha think I could accomplish in so short a time?I shifted onto my other side, facing Martha. She put her book down and looked at me."Ready for sleep, hon?"I yawned. "Looks. The spectacular, earth-shattering sex. Mom fucked me back every bit as hard as I fucked her and, boy, did we have a good time. III can’t pinpoint an exact moment when the attraction between me and Mom became mutual. As I think back on it, it was more of a series of episodes, each one building on the last.It was 1997 and Connecticut was experiencing its hottest June in fifty years. I was back home for summer after having just completed my second year at college. I’d spent the year playing.