I ran a couple of errands and wound up by Josh and Meg's apartment. I wondered if Josh was there. There was a danger that Meg would be there alone, bu...t I was willing to run that risk rather than miss a chance at sex with Josh. I knocked on the door. It was the worst-case scenario, or seemed to be. Meg answered, Josh wasn't there. She said he'd be back soon. I was frantically trying to think of an excuse, when Meg said, "Why don't you come in, Ashley's here." Well, okay, Ashley's okay. Sometimes. Me. You are so sweet.I heard his bed squeaking as I walked past to my room. I hope he didn’t hear mine squeak too.could not believe how this sexting, that is what they call it? How this sexting with my son boosted my confidence. It felt like all the worlds frustrations were falling away. I was actually doing something sexual and feeling safe about it. It was such an open feeling, something that had been out of reach for so long, was now suddenly in my grasp. I probably should have thought of. More than once, I had to describe what happened between the moment an anxious looking fellow sneaks through one of those doors, and, later, reappears, sometimes fully satisfied, often even more on edge than before. I had no idea what happened, though, and I figured I could ask anybody, but the best source would always be myself. And so, on a hot summer day, encouraged by a few beers and a hormonal destiny to unload, I accepted a girl’s wink and stepped inside. There are two people in this. I'm lapping wildly at your open pussy and clit, and you can feel my face being forced into you, and feel me moan into your pussy as he fucks me.I want to make you cum before he's done so I reach up and start pinching and squeezing your breasts and nipples. Your pussy open and floods my mouth with your cum. He sees and hears you cumming and hits his edge. You command him to pull his cock out of my ass and lay on the bed on his back. You hand me some lube and instruct me to slowly start fingering.