I was totally frustrated.It was now just over two weeks since we had fucked. Tara had returned from her conference. It was a Friday afternoon, and eve...yone had gone home ... except myself and Tara.We were in my office. I was seated at my desk, and she was pacing back and forth in front of my desk.“Will you please tell me what you want?” I begged her.She smiled and shook her head at me.“You need to pay attention ... don’t let your dick rule your life” she replied.I sat at the desk silently for a. But his mother tore herself away and fled from his bedroom. He never felt so horny, so frustrated. Though still a virgin, he had kissed and fondled girls his own age, but his mother's kisses and the feel of her body was the best he had ever known. Now she had left him with a raging cockstand. It never felt so huge or hard. It was if his cock was made out of granite.God! He wanted so much to fuck her, fuck her so badly. Even in his lust-driven mind, a small voice told him that it was wrong to do. “Would you like that?“You were very good Marilyn, very good. Now I want to please you,” I tell her as we move to the bedroom, as I ogle Kerry’s erection while Marylin lies on her back.I like to think I am very good at pleasing another woman orally. This time I am very turned on as I commence with the woman’s man watching in anticipation of the blow job I promised him.When we met earlier my initial impression of Marilyn was of an articulate, beautifully spoken woman, an attractive, sexy body. “Yes that’s it!” She said looking up. “Did you ever think that they considered themselves to be the same exact thing? That perhaps you were a hero to them?”Greeson blinked a few times as he took this new information in. He was a hero to them? “No,” Greeson said in a whisper. “I never thought that they might consider themselves as the same thing.” Looking up suddenly Greeson kissed Mara, as well as he could with one arm. “Thank you, I see it now, truly I do!”Mara smirked a second, then told him,.