You know how I love to fuck married women.”“Then you ought to fuck Marty’s mom. She’s ready for it.”“Marty’s mom?” Marty is a friend...of mine. He was fucking Alice before I took over. “I don’t know about that. I wouldn’t want Marty getting pissed at me.”“Marty’s a horn dog just like you, Eric. He’d fuck your mother in a heartbeat if he had the chance. Just don’t brag about it to him.”“That’s true.” I was already plotting how to get into Marty’s mother’s pants. Her name is Jennifer and. 'My thoughts were interrupted as the excited squeals from Jenny andBea announced their arrival. Angela emerged nervously to meet thembut we need not have worried about the girl's reactions' to theirmother. Whatever reservations any of us might have had, were sweptaway in the ecstasy of the girl's reunion with their mother. Angelawas squeezed and hugged with such vehemence that she later told meher bones were aching from the attention. Finally we got everybodysettled around the table and Mrs. The second Stuart story about Stuart was told to me by Julia, in front of John. Julia was speaking about guys drinking too much alcohol, and firmly stated that she hated it when John did so. The incident that infuriated her the most happened several years before at one of John’s birthday parties. Apparently, on that evening, as the guests were leaving, Stuart gave John an inappropriately long, open-mouth kiss. Recalling her annoyance, Julia had chastised John, as I was sure she had done on many. His smell was intoxicating, and my head was swimming with excitement. I couldn’t believe that my chance was staring me in the eye, beckoning to me.“Come on, yeah, squeeze a little harder,” he whisperedHe was as nervous as I was and he got quiet when I moved in close. There was a bead of pre-cum on the end. I stuck out my tongue and slowly moved down on it. He breathed deeply and moaned. That first taste is still one of my hottest memories.I couldn’t hide my lust any longer. I was all over his.