”When I was finished cleaning and had dinner cooked, we sat at the dinette table in the kitchen eating our meals. I gently stroked his flaccid penis...under the table while we ate, and he casually fondled my breasts as they rested on the table top….my nipples still hard from our earlier activities on the sofa and doing my work in the nude.When we were done eating, I loaded the dishwasher with our plates, then….dodging grandpa’s hands still grabbing at my breasts….got dressed and ready to go. There was a mixture of line drawings and black-and-white photographs supporting the text, which made the book seem bizarrely academic. It was with a certain amount of apprehension that she took the book to the cash desk because the reputation of the book was such that it was pretty much a confession to the world that she had a teenage lover. However the middle-aged shop assistant who frowned so severely and unsympathetically at Emma as she wrapped the book up as if it was a bundle of dried. I scooted over farther on my side, “Here, move this way”.As mom moved to my side of the bed, she turned over so her back was to me. I moved up against her and put my arm around her so my hand was on her stomach. She put her hand over mine and we both drifted off to sleep.The entire next day I kept thinking about what happened last night. In English class I had to stay in my seat, pretending to write some notes, for a few minutes after the end of class because I was too hard to get up and walk. "If you keep asking such pointless questions I'll be gone out of you life like those blast of fireworks over there."Jenny knew the lines were cheesy, but that was all part of the lure and lust. If she created the right mood and atmosphere she could do anything she wanted with him and she had planed just that."Okay." He responded weakly.He was now only driven by one pleasure and that was the pleasure of love. All other emotions had been turned off. He was all hers and she knew it. The two of.