Many home invaders favour the marital bed as the best place to do it but the ‘heart of the home’ is my preference. I like imagining how much they�...�ll enjoy tucking into supper here in the traumatic weeks and months to come ? This one was a sturdy, circular wooden table, which could seat six people easily. She was out cold and I swept the breakfast remains onto the floor, then hefted her up onto it. I eased her trainers, socks and track pants off, leaving her in just a skimpy pair of shorts below. “Okay.” And with that, I leant in and kissed him, tasting his anxiety on my lips, before sliding out of the car.My mother was sitting at the kitchen table as I walked in through the back door. Her expression told me everything. Did I look different? Was there an aura around me, signalling my crossing from a girl into a woman? Whatever it was, my mother detected it. As I walked past her, she grabbed my arm.“You okay?” she asked with a slight look of apprehension on her face, “were you. We had never done a role play like this before. And I liked it, I wanted it to continue.Finally I said “He is still looking at me", I didn't really know what else to say. I had never played one of these games before. I was just batting it back to Steve to keep things going, because, on that I was clear in my head, I did want the game to continue. Steve replied “He probably finds you as sexy as I do". The whole situation just had my head spinning. I was loving it! But my imagination is not. Alan knew that Carolyn was just a beard, that Melody used her name whenever she needed an excuse to do an all-nighter with Nick, the tennis pro at the 'our shit doesn't stink' Club.Dawn watched a cable show while she waited, one of those soft-porn shows where they show nipples but only a fleeting glimpse of pussy and absolutely no cock, fucking where they show asses moving toward each other but not the connecting parts, and heads between legs but again neither tongue nor twat. She had.