What I felt toward Lynette wasn't love--at least, if you define "love" to be what I felt for Kristen, my mother, or my sister. However, it was more th...n just friendship. After having Lynette being an intimate part of the relationship between Kristen and me for the last three months made it difficult to even conceive of a relationship with Kristen that didn't include Lynette.It was plain to everybody that Lynette's real focus in her life at the current moment was Kristen and not me. Lynette had. I entered her house and she was wearing white t and a blue three forth track pant as soon as I entered her house she gave me a bottle of water and a glass and asked me to have some water n sit on her sofa and she switched on TV and kept on changing the channel showing signs of she wanted me to entertain her and she was giving me sensual looks by pulling her hair and turning her neck and sucking her lips regularly and I understood her signs well but was little bit cautious about her parents.I. She nodded back and yelled, "Good day?" Probably not as good as yours," I screamed back, without a trace of irony."Kids, turn off the TV," bellowed Deanna. That got her a chorus of "awww, moooommmmm" before the kids actually did it. Suddenly the noise quotient dropped fifty percent.I said to Deanna, "I need to go shower. Long day and it's humid out there," and she nodded absently mindedly, while sorting the food containers."Don't be long, dinner is almost ready," she replied.I went upstairs and. "I love you and want you to remember this night as being the night you had the best orgasm of your life."And with that, he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deep within her. Sheila gasped, then began a long, loud series of moans as he pounded into her. And suddenly she was there. The orgasm hit her head on and with an intensity she had never known. The entire night had been a build up to this moment, this climax, and this release of sexual energy that she knew would leave her wanting.