The reason I’m writing today is because of something that happened last night. I was at work yesterday, when Tom called and asked if I minded if... he brought a friend home for supper. Well, I told him that I didn’t mind if his friend didn’t mind having hot dogs. I really don’t have time to make a lot of great meals, so we often eat pasta, or hot dogs, or pizza. I mean, we eat low fat hot dogs, but they are still hot dogs. Anyway, Tom said that that would be fine, and. Keri pulled out the eggplant and said ?I know it’s still raw, but maybe you can lick it and taste me. It’s been in there since this morning.? Most of the food stayed untouched as they spent most of the night exploring each others bodies, piercings and fucking the eggplant.The next mooring the both went out to work on the farm. It was a hot day and pretty soon they were covered in sweat. Their farm was very remote. On the west side was the house and the barns, all other sides of the field were. A mother should never do anything like that with her son. I had too much to drink but that's no excuse; I was totally out of line. I, I..." Sue began to cry."Mom, God, you have nothing to be sorry for. I was the one that started it, I should be shamed," Tommy said, hugging his sobbing mother. "Mom, I have to tell you that it was the greatest experience of my life, no matter who's fault it was. I learned more in one day then all the rest of the days of my life combined," Tommy said, lifting his. The woman, home alone, decides to play. Again, a key for me, is this takes place in the lounge, not the bedroom. Yes, like most women, I’ve sometimes gone up to bed, stripped completely naked and got my toys out. But, from experience, I’ve done it, in the lounge, a thousand times. A little tingling sensation, maybe aroused from something on late night television. A real give away to a fake, is usually the way the woman is dressed. Too tarty usually means stage managed. Stockings. Well, yes, I.