Just think like one. Okay, through here?Well, nothing but let's press on. So many doors. My head's starting tospin. Keep thinking though. If I concent...ate I won't become a slutagain. Where's that exit? Hmmm. Maybe if I concentrate on memories...How 'bout them Yankees? I hate the Yankees. Cheating bastards. I wonderwhat Deborah's doing right now. I hope she remembers me. If I can makeit back to her... maybe she can help me find help for this thing I'vebecome. Damn, too many doors. And this slit. She sat up on her elbows and watched as I lined my cock head up with her love tunnel.\I slid the head of my cock up and down her slit, getting it lubed up prior to pushing it inside. I looked her in the eyes and said “are you ready?” Sage nodded and I pushed forward slowly inching my cock inside.I feel her hymen pressing against the head of my cock as I slide in. I look at her and say “this is the part that will hurt hun”. Sage nodded once more as she saw my cock slowly move inwardds and as I. We both seemed to have so much in common, the more we emailed each other, the more it felt right, even though I was married and she had someone living with her. The Saturday of our meeting arrived. I was so nervous, but not once did I think of not going through with this, and not once did I think she would not show up. I had now begun lying to my wife, and this was something I had never been very good at, or wanted to be. For our first meeting we picked a place about half way to meet, and if. We watched each other every night. When I saw that she had no problem licking her own pussy juices, and remembering how she'd sucked my cum off her fingers that first night, I wasn't embarrassed having her watch me scoop up my cum and eat it afterwards. I think it turned her on. Every night we'd go to bed, not like other mother and son, every night we'd become each other's masturbation partners. We only did that for a few months before our relationship progressed.It felt strange doing this with.