“I don’t know if I have room for lunch,” she said thoughtfully, “I already got stuffed today. You better be careful, Ian. You could break some...ne on that thing.” she cackled as she stood up and walked over to Ian. She ran one of her fingers down his chest, “Mmmm you were everything I’ve ever dreamed, and I’ve dreamt quite a lot.” He could barely look her in the eye. He hated to admit it, but that was the best fuck he’d ever had. It wouldn’t be something he’d ever forget about or ever stop. My next thrill came in a double-dose. Firstthere was the look on their faces as I produced the food (okay, so Jasonand I had eaten the same meal for five days in a row just so I couldperfect it, but that's our secret), then there was their response to thetaste, which was...well, okay...borderline orgasmic. We chatted away theevening, mine and Jason's hands never apart for more than two minutes. Wetraded smiles; we had our moms dead to rights and we knew it. Theconfirmation came just a short. It was a rather sobering thought."She's pretty mad, you know," Jackie said to me as she was getting me situated in the chair."I think she's mad at all of the gossip. I just get the brunt of it, because I'm a man."Jackie stopped what she was doing and looked me in the eye."Are you serious?" Jackie, you must know what happened with her husband." But..." Come on. You think she has a good outlook on men?"Jackie cleared her throat and looking down, said, "No. I guess we got a bit carried away." Then. ‘Just relax, listen to the music, and let yourself feel the beat,’ he said. ‘It’s easy. Heck, if I can do it, anybody can.’ Brenda did follow his instructions and, after a few moments of moving stiffly around the floor in his arms, she seemed to relax and began moving in time with the music. ‘See?’ Jason said. ‘Once you let the music lead, it’s easy, isn’t it?’ ‘Yeah, I guess so,’ Brenda said. ‘It’s just that I’m not used to this kind of music, you know?’ ‘If you’d asked me to dance to the.