Most of the people who lived in Pacific Beach and the adjacent town of Ocean Beach were young, bohemian, anti-war and drunk on drugs or booze, or both..., and that suited Cindy just fine. She would eat, seldom spending more than ten bucks for her meal, return home and drink glass after glass of boxed red wine, the cheap stuff they sell in most grocery stores everywhere. She would drink until she was drunk and the inner pain stopped, at least until the next morning. Cindy had PTSD and she knew it. .Sondra paused and reread the words that filled the computer screen. As it was many times before, she found it hard to believe such words could come from her own imagination. The images they invoked in her mind seemed so real. She could feel the boy's hardness in her hands. Running her outstretched fingers across her lips, she could taste both the sweetness of his lips and the tangy taste of his impending climax.Keeping the image of his hard young body in her mind, the 35 year old ran her. Johnny lead the charge to the shed, with his mom walking behind him. Itwas clear this wasn't the first time Johnny had pleaded with mom for somehelp.As they made their way through the back yard, Johnny noticed how brightthe day was. The sky seemed bluer, the grass was greener, and everythingjust seemed like it was lined-up to go in Johnny's favor. He opened thedoor to the shed, and ushered his mother into the room that contained hislatest experiment."So...?" he said, looking for his mom's. The sight of her lover ripping off his shirt made her swoon with more desire. She urged him on. Robert leaned down and dove between her silky thighs. He felt his lover’s stockings rub on his shoulders as his mouth found its mark. Young Robert had become a very talented oral lover in a short space of time. Under the tutelage of the pretty young wife next door the dedicated student had learned a lot. When Rob’s fingers finally pulled aside Ronnie’s tiny black lace panties she giggled. When his.