Yes, it was extremely autobiographical, and took three years to write. I didn’t ask for permission for what I wrote, but made sure they reviewed it ...nd got their input. Both got upset at different passages but approved of the end product. The editor that had so brilliantly put together my compilation had moved on to a major publisher and had made me promise if I ever did a novel or wanted another compilation done to give him a call. I sent him the manuscript. He remembered how little I cared to. .um right.' I blushed again, how was I going to let James do this test. I had always had a crush on him, now he was even better looking, the whole time we had been talking I had been mentally undressing him, taking in his large tanned hands, imagining how they would feel on my face, in my hair. What was the matter with me, I was very happy with my boyfriend! Now the thought of James seeing me down there, was making my heart quicken and heat spread to my cheeks. 'If you don't feel comfortable. ”“Oh god yes,” she breathed out. “That was all about the wife, all for her pleasure.”I dragged my fingertips across Janet’s ass cheeks and her lower back. She suddenly clenched her legs, tensed her body and cried out, “Oh my god!” then started cumming again.Holy fuck! All I did was brush my finger against her skin, and she came. I let her finish and waited for her head to clear a bit. That’s when I asked the question I would come to regret.“Would you ever want to invite someone over to do that. She held my dick within the hollow of her palm and rolled down the foreskin up and down, as if masturbating me. Oh, what a pleasurable sensation. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. I could smell her sweaty body. Both of us were drenched in perspiration and my mother’s body glistened in sweat. She now rose up, still holding my dick and sat beside me. I looked at her huge glistening body. She ran her palm over my erection; she held my dick in her hand and looked at it. She gently rolled.