Playboy was her favorite magazine. They had the best centerfolds. Now that she was an adult, she would sneak her husbands’ magazines and masturbated...to them almost every night while he was at work. She couldn’t seem to stop thinking about having a female lover. But, she could never tell her husband. Max would probably leave her if he knew. She fought the desire to fulfill her fantasy on a daily basis. Actually, she had already had a sexual experience with a woman years ago. It was the night she. .. Everything. I must sound like a porn star to readers, but there's no sense in stating my imperfections here where fantasies are born and shared. Like I said, I love to be wanted.I'm a married mother of a single son. My husband's name is Gary, and he was so handsome when we first met. I used to love telling the story of how we fell in love and how charming he used to be, but now the story just bores me and I can't even bring myself to waste time typing it. He was tall and thin with dark brown. I said yes, and we both watch each other get undressed. I was getting so turned on now as I got a really good look at her very sexy body. She then asked me to lay down on my bed and told me to relax and she would do everything to pleasure me. I could feel the butterflies fluttering as she continued to kiss me passionately and move her hands over my shoulders to my breasts. Bree then moved her head down to my breast and took a nipple in her mouth and started sucking on it,that felt so good. It. It's like she never happened. Put a box around her memory. Put the box in the back of your mind, and leave it. You can do that. Yes, you can. You don't have to think; you don't have to feel; you don't have to do anything except maybe eat, breathe, and care for your children. Those two babies are your only concern. You have to keep on going for them.''But she is a part of them, what will they think when she is no longer around. They will be lost without her; she is their mother; she gave birth.