“You deserve better than this, someone... someone you want to touch, to hold, to fuck...”“Bullshit MacDonald”, he interrupted me. With two str...ides he was behind me, put his hand firmly on my shoulder and turned me around. There was the look on his face again. Pity, underlying anger and... fear? “I want you, I want to touch you, to hold you, fuck you. But I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to lose you. It's my fault. If not for me, you wouldn't have been deployed again. You wouldn't... I. We met during a winter holiday trip to San Anton in Austria. I was there with three friends and during the first day's "after ski" at our hotel we found two very handsome Scandinavian girls sitting at a large table where we had sat down. Boys are boys and all three of my friends began the trophy hunting by courting the prettiest (nine of ten points) of them and left Sandra (seven of ten) to me without any competition. When one of them had succeeded in winning the trophy my two other friends. Now, even though school is out I still can't help but fantasize about various women, my cock always hard. I'd never looked at my mom that way before, but as I wasn't allowed to leave the house when she was gone and rarely did when she was there I found myself drawn to her beauty. When she would leave for work in the morning I would sneak into her bedroom and go through her laundry. Finding a pair of panties that carried a strong scent. I'd rub the soft silk or cotton up and down my throbbing. She hired a young couple one weekend and we had sex with them both many times. It was he who introduced me to anal sex and I came so strongly that I squirted and ran red-faced into the bathroom to clean myself up.After they left, Margaret persuaded me that it was one of the sexiest sights she'd ever seen and asked me to squat over her mouth to relieve myself. It became a regular part of our lovemaking after that night and I began to love it as much as she did.Sometimes we would attend a.