" Nah." I dismissed the thought. I had too many complications right now to be thinking of Lori like that."What?" She was persistent. "You don't think ...of her in that manner?" No. Yes. I mean... Well, she's really pretty and all." I sighed. This was an uncomfortable conversation to be having, especially when I was lying here, both of us naked atop the rumpled and sweat-slicked sheets. Why does she insist on talking about someone else while I'm in bed with her?"And lonely," she added. "Her husband. Cynthia let her tense muscles through her body relax and they began the first of what was to become many long phone conversations. Now, after two and half months of long phone calls, Cynthia was going to be in the same state as Aaron. Aaron was a sheriff in a small town 50 miles outside of Denver called Little Springs. During many of their phone conversations Aaron would look out of his window and describe the natural wonder and beauty of the mountains around him. Cynthia longed to be. She deserved the time and space to grow. I knew I had to give it to her, she was young and wanted to meet a man of her age. It hurt but I could understand. I was worried about what she said about drinking, remembering the story she had told me on the deck.It turned into a regular Saturday night thing. I could smell the beer on her breath and then a cheap aftershave. I knew she was dancing now since she was coming home sweaty. I would ask her what she had done but she would just drawl,. Padding to my room I am already releasing my bra when I pause at the open door; I’m sensing someone’s presence.There, lying on my bed in only his vest, was Guy?! And he seemed to be in pain!In one hand he held a piece of my underwear while with the other he was masturbating!! I was stunned. His cock was ... big! As big as a pony I’ve seen in the field across the way!Then he saw me. His expression took on shock and then resentment.“Mother ... how could you! ... Spying on me ... like this!” his.