It's called LUST."I smiled. "That's the perfect name for it." All I'm saying is that if you put five thousand in tomorrow I wouldsuspect that in six ...onths or less you might very well be amillionaire."I was gob-smacked."Are you serious?"She nodded, with an assured look on her face. I turned to Peter, and hewas nodding just as seriously."Your choice, Jessica," she said, running her hand up my arm, sending mytingles soaring again, "no pressure. This is just an example of whatloving people do. The boyfriend thing could happen, but that’s up to her as much as me. We’re certainly close now, but beyond that, I can’t tell you,” he explained.“Let me see. You’re moving in with us. I assume that you’re not sleeping on the couch. I know Mom better than that. She didn’t wake us up when you first arrived. Yeah, that makes you her lover. Don’t try to fool me, Mister Abel Lindberg. You’re Mom’s boyfriend. That’s cool. She needs a man. Hell, we could all use a man around here since Dad died.“I. “Hello, you must be Wendy. Hi, I’m Karen,” she said, offering her right hand.“Hi Karen, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she replied, taking Karen’s handshake. Karen’s hand tingled, and her short hairs stood on end as they shook hands. Only two other people had given her that same reaction before, Dan and Laura.“Here, let me take your coat,” Dan offered, standing behind her.“Thank you.”“He’s always such a gentleman,” Karen inserted. Wendy arched her arms back at the shoulder as Dan slipped her. Her friend looked at me to see if it was okay but I had already started undressing. My wife and her friend started cuddling together and he started feeling her boobs and ass.I should digress for a second to describe my wife; she is a short petite Asian woman with perky tits and a plump and luscious ass that is great fun to kiss. She has long black hair, brown eyes, and waxed eyebrows. That night she had put on extra purple eye shadow and lots of eye liner to make her eyes really pop. She looked.