One day she asked me to come to her home next week and she mentioned a time after her hubby and son leaves home.I bunked col on the day excited and ra... to her home at the time she called me. She was waiting wearing a tee and track pants she was sweating cause of workout her busts were wet. And that made her look sexy.I gulped seeing her like that and went in. As soon as I went in she hugged me tightly and said thank you. Her bust touched my chest. I couldn’t resist the good feeling. My dick. It was in fully. By now I hold her and I done the rest. She was in my hands and she was hugging me tightly. After some times she can’t toggle and began to cry. But I said to her if you cry I will increase my action. But she cannot stop her screaming’s. I was not comfortable on the sofa and I took her into my hands without taking my cock from her cunt and went to the bed room.I put down in the bed and made my actions faster and harder. She can’t toggle with me. I left her and made my move. . that's two weeks now. She hasn't said... she didn't..." Right," Gary interrupted. "That's the beauty of it. She gets horny now completely on her own. All it takes is a little scotch, and she's ready to jump into bed with anybody. Soon, I'm going to start changing the type of alcohol. By the end of the year, she'll turn into a slut every time she touches a drop of alcohol. It's all part of the training."Sharon's surprise turned into amusement. "Gary," she chuckled, "that's perfect." She began. The more I developed the less the outfits covered. I didn’t even mind that I was naked underneath. I still have no idea why my foster mom raised hell about me taking shots only wearing bikini bottoms. That morning I had been wearing dresses that were so sheer they didn’t hide anything and then thin shorts that were so tight in the crotch that they rubbed my clit when I moved. The pictures were showing the hard, pink bud clearly through the translucent, tightly-stretched shorts. Everything was.