He looked shocked. Not surprisingly. I told him that it really was fun. I am not emotionally attached to any guy I have sex with, and sometimes, th...ey give me money. When I told him I used the money for toys and comic books he got excited at that. Then I told him that he should watch me have sex with someone. You know, to see how it works. He agreed and hid in the closet.I went out and found the host first. He quickly introduced me to the other guys but I told him the situation. That I. .the same huff I was now imagining when I pictured my son's mouth sucking on her succulent right breast. Faster and harder I pounded as my wicked thoughts of them unfolded. I could see the lust in her eyes building as I imagined my son fingering her feverishly, making her moan in sexual delight, screaming for him to make her cum over and over in the most sinful, demanding way. I couldn't hold back any longer and exploded deep inside my loving wife.My wife panted profusely, managing finally to. I'd sat next to her in Mr Finn's year 10 Englishclass!I froze to the spot, with my head spinning and ice water flowing throughmy veins. We'd been fairly friendly, well, as friendly as I'd been withany girl in high school, and I'd definitely fancied her a bit. Crazily,my mind wondered back to evenings in my bedroom as a teenage boy, layingon my bed, thinking of glimpses of her bra and the short skirt she wore,wondering if Mum could hear the creaking of my bedposts as I workedmyself silly.I was. As my mom drove me down the gravel road she asked me if it was appropriate that I should be spending 5 hours alone with a man. I told her it would be fine and not to worry because we would be at the tack shop most of the time. So I arrived at Mr. Monroes house and knocked on the door. He answered and asked what we should do first. I told him that we should go to my favorite tack shop called The Big Red Barn. We went and bought some buckets, halters, lead ropes, cross ties, rubber floor mats,.