He moaned a bit after seeing me like that and it made my pussy wet.I slowly started fingering my pussy. He just went to his bathroom and started pissi...g which made me crazy. I wanted him even more now. We started talking about how I would like to fuck him, how he would like to fuck me, etc. God, I just came after imagining all that in my head!This continued for a few days. Every morning, I used to call him. I used to wish him good morning with my naked body, and wet pussy. Sometimes, I used to. I was a saleswoman through the internet when it first started to be becoming a retail heaven. I started working in the late nineties when eBay and Amazon were only a few years old. It still amazes me how easy it is to buy things online now. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.So, being an at home mom and still being able to work made life easier, and my lovely son could want for nothing. I doted on him and he got nearly everything he wanted.Then he started school. Schools do this thing where. It feels good to express my affection physically for a close buddy. I like being held and kissed. But I’ve been told all my life that queers aren’t normal, and guys who get physically intimate with other guys are queers. So, I’m confused.” She wrote on the paper and went on. Whether I had a steady girlfriend was a difficult question. “I used to, but she got mad at me the other night and stormed out of the room. I found her fucking another guy in the shower while eating a girl’s pussy. The other. Tight and so wet as her juices dripped down my shaft and balls.“Mmmm fuck,” I moaned. A drop of sweat already rolled down my forehead as our bodies were damp because of the summer heat. But our bodies were on fire because I was pounding the girl I held in my arms as hard as I could. I leaned my head against the wall and buried my face in her neck, biting it.“Ooooh shit, oooooooh fuck,” Julia screamed. Her hand had drifted downwards again and she was franticly rubbing her clit. Her body trembled.