He’d pretty much stopped staying in his uncle’s house as I made it very clear that he was welcome in mine, and my bed, anytime he wanted. A steady...supply of good sex while having my money worries solved had done wonders to improve my attitude. At any one time I had two or three coins up for auction. I had money in my pocket and no stress. Speaking of no stress, having good sex every night was a wonderful stress reliever. With my improved attitude came an equally improved attitude to studying. "Stare your son in the face while his cock fills the same pussy he came from." He command her as we both drifted further into this sexual trance. "Look into his eyes while I fuck your son like a whore." he continued as he fucked me harder and faster, and in turn fucking her harder and faster. We both lay still and almost breathless as we dance on the edge of orgasm. "Remember that face, this is what your mother looks like as she's about to cum." His stern powerful erotic words were more. She said it should be typed, and I let her. But it was the words that mattered. And they did tell you how I felt."I sighed, "I wish I still had it. I threw it away. For a split second throwing it away helped. But I read it at least twice, and scanned some of the phrases a dozen times." I paused, and thought, "You don't think Susan corrupted it do you?" No. I'll swear it was all my own words. I checked it very carefully before I signed it and I put it in the envelope and put a stamp on it. The wind blows and her dressing gown blows open, up to the first button at mid thigh level, and it reveals her leg. She then you look around, does she see you watching her, or anyone for that matter, you look at her laundry basket, she still has a lot of laundry left to hand, your heart leaps with an unexpected joy, because on another level, you think she might be nude under that gown, and your cock starts to stiffen, more so, when she continues hanging the washing and her gown opens again,.