“We get outside and I have her pinned against the wall. At first she’s pretty in to it, but when I start hitching up her skirt she tries to push m... hand off. Tells me she’s got a man, she don’t want to do him like that. Well I was too far gone by then to give a fuck about that, I take her little hand, push it in my pants and tell her she should have thought about her man before she made me feel like that. Then she’s telling me no, she can’t do it, but all the time her hand is wrapped around my. She remembered, and her thoughts came randomly: how he had at first, kissed her and bit her lips gently, while caressing her back, and feeling tingles run up and down her spine; and then how he wrapped his long arms around her and pulled her into him, so she could feel his heartbeat and mAke her breath quicken and she felt warm and safe; how she told him to stretch out on the bed, and she crawled over to him, mounting his erect cock with her mouth, and dropping down so that her mouth tasted. I thought we were all alone, but there was a lot of the first floor that we couldn’t see from the balcony. He fingered me as his lips danced down my neck. His mouth found my nipples and sucked on them. Until that moment, I promised myself that we wouldn’t go any further. I would ask him to stop and make it up to him later that night. But now, I couldn’t stop myself. I pulled his cock out of his pants. I was stroking him as hard as I could. This was such a bad idea, but my body wouldn’t let me. I wanted my c***d to be comfortable to come to me and be able to speak freely without any fear or shame. My marriage lasted long enough to produce one son--Jake. It killed that I only saw him periodically even though I tried to live close to him. But the summer of his fifteenth year was my time to have him and proved to be a true turning point in our relationship. One evening I awakenned with the need to urinate. I stumbled out of bed and into the hallway. I pushed opened the bathroom door.