" Keep telling yourself that, girlie," Mose said. "But I bet you'returned on. Look at the way your husband is watching you move. You'll beback. I'm he...re most nights."I broke away and mumbled thanks for the dance. Flushed, I and went backto the table. I sat down. Charlies looked at me."What?" I said."Nothing," he said. "You just seemed to be having a good time with ...your friend. You two look good together." You're drunk," I said."We weren't together. Don't be silly." Are you going to see him. I knew we needed to talk. But I had to get things straight in my head too. The next few days I tried to stop thinking of Aida or Cynthia. Whenever I started to think of either one I would want to stroke it. I stopped masturbating for three days. Instead Id go for a jog. Or just walk around by the park. On the fourth or fifth night I found myself in front of Cynthias house. Its been about two weeks since the last time we had sex and now Ive gone five days without masturbating. Needless to say. "You really arehim." Who him?" I knew who him. "I am not him. I am so not him."She laughed, "Your mom always calls you Marty 2.0. Now I know why." I had no idea she was so tech savvy. And I'm not him." You're like a polished him." Take that back," I mumbled."You are 100% him. Well, you're smarter..."That was arguable. "Thank you for that." Now, I was picking at mycuticle, trying to make it bleed."Am I telling you something you don't know, Claire? Really?" Fuck you."Then, she looked at. “Oh, yes my sweet! That’s it! Get it into me! Move it all the way inside me and fuck me! That’s what I want from you, Vic honey! I want you fucking me!”Without even a thought to his own gratification, that’s exactly what Vic did with the forty-year old mother of his best friend. Having already cum twice, cumming was nearly impossible, but that didn’t matter. Fucking Mrs. Rooney to her own explosive orgasm was all the fulfillment the young, but experienced lover needed. And so, the.