“Well, that and slutdom. Or slut wifedom, as you would say. I particularly want to wake my fourteen-year old son on his birthday with a blowjob and ...ride him until he fills me up with his cum. Then get on all fours and let him do my ass!” Denise confessed her fantasies of enticing teenage boys into sex that she increasingly felt of late.“Wow, you’re very much a chip off your auntie’s block! A natural-born slut, aren’t you? I mean that as a compliment, of course! I might have known from the sheer. They continued chatting on and off for a few months all of us wishing we didn’t live so far apart when Neil told us of a potential trip that his friend was planning to watch the Scotland wales rugby match that would enable him to come to Cardiff .We kept in touch and we were told the trip would take place and Neil was coming down Emma was so excited about it she couldn’t wait to meet him eventually the time came and we arranged to meet Neil at the hotel they were staying at when we arrived Neil. It was truly disgusting...particularly when she'd ordered Noble to dress in a wig and full makeup and heels for these events...but then she'd usually allowed him to "rub one out" before being re-locked in the belt, and it was an experience, beating off while the twentysomething stud laughed and pointed his finger.It just seemed so unfair to keep him locked! He didn't have to give her alimony, he'd chosen to, since she already owned his house and half his business, and was fucking young men left. Before I could finish, she was kissing me. ******** Chapter 8 ******** ‘You know, it’s been a really long time since I’ve had such a great afternoon. You’re a fantastic person to spend time with, and I’m not just saying that because you’re beautiful.’ That’s what he said to me, with a little wink and a grin at the end. And then I kissed him. It wasn’t premeditated at all. I just reacted to his words, silly though they may be. I felt a sudden gush of warmth and I had to kiss him. ********.