” “How was your flight?” Dyl asked, and the conversation veered into more familiar waters after that. “I can’t take your bed,” Scott said...to me, that night when I showed him to my room. “That’s not cool.” It was a lot better than him sleeping in with Dyl, in my opinion, but I kept my mouth shut about that. “I don’t mind a bit,” I assured him, because I love sharing a bed with Dylan anyway. We’d been living together as pals when we fell in love, and we were still in that two bedroom apartment.. But after that, I don't want to share you with anybody. Maybe Fancy wants to know if Jerry is her second best, but you're my very best. I know I don't have the right to tell you that you can't make love with her, but I'm asking you not to. I need to feel like I'm the only woman you want, need, and love in that special way. Am I being selfish? Is it too much to ask? Am I overstepping my bounds?" No, Sweetheart, it isn't selfish or too much, and you're not overstepping anything. It's the same. Each time she’d returned to me and nibbled an ear, breathed words of reassurance, promises for later in the evening, saying it made her wet to know I was just a little jealous. So when I turned around and saw them staring at us, it didn’t surprise me in the least to see four with mouths open and two with their hands rubbing their crotches. Poor horny boys indeed. But, I gentleman’ed up one more time.“Oh, OK, uhhhh… well, let’s get downstairs and rack up a game. You gonna be able to play in. She rolled onto her back and rubbed her mound while her ass continued lifting and falling. Faster mom's hand went as her hips pushed up off the floor. I thought I would die as my heart pounded hard in my chest and sweat formed on my brow, until mom put me over the edge.Mom got up on her knees with her legs spread wide and straightened her upper body. Her eyes were closed as she swayed and moved to the music. I watched as her left hand ever so slowly reached for her excited breasts and toyed.