I knew the answer wasn't going to pop up on Dr. Phil, I had to solve this one on my own. I think I did pretty good. I was moping the floor and then sw...re suddenly. This caused my son to pay attention, but not come in from the other room. My panties were already pulled askew and I was wearing a short enough skirt. I kicked the mop bucket and banged a cabinet door. Daniel came running. Water had slopped but not enough for my plan. As I heard his footsteps round the corner I grabbed the mop. The erotic prose stimulated my mind and, of course, my body reacted. My nipples hardened and there was a definite warmth of arousal in my pussy. It wasn’t what I’d planned but, then again, what did I think would happen? Continuing to read, I tried to ignore my arousal, but the tingling in my pussy was relentless and I began massaging my breasts with my free hand. It wasn’t long before I’d slipped that hand between my open thighs. Oh my gosh, my pussy was already soaked, and just not from the. How wonderful is that?”Ingrid said, “I’m not eating those…I know where they have been.”My wife giggled and said, “You can slip a condom over them first.”Ingrid said, “Not the same feeling. That’s why I don’t use a lubricant either.”My wife said, “Just go get them! I’ve had your shit on my hands before. Remember I used to change your diapers.”Ingrid said, “But that was years ago.”My wife said, “Ingrid, you’re an Anal Whore! You should ask your father to take you to the Adult Sex Shop later and. You are drooling into my mouth. Our lips rubbing against each other, sucking on each other let the saliva spill out of our mouths until it trickles down our chins. Your liquified lust leaves a sticky rope between our faces when we part. It snaps and lands across your chest, its end exactly on your nipple.I jump at your breast, lapping the glistening trail of our spit, spreading it, making sure the blaze scorches this sensitive part of you too. You hiss and squirm in a newly reached level of.