“I ... knew that you were ... different. You acted differently than the other boys. Most of them were gaga over Teresa Mulder, and her enormous ches...t. Even then I knew that Teresa didn’t ... let’s say ... affect you like it seemed I did.“Things were not very good at home in those days. Having a teenage boy ignore the school sexpot to moon over my big bottom and tiny boobs was a huge compliment ... At least I took it that way...”This conversation, held in the nude, was finally too much for me.. .. that is, we don't... uh, there's just not a lot of variety, any more."That was MY excuse for experimenting!Then Ray said to his father, "I thought mom was cheating on you until I found this beauty. How about the next time I hear her getting off, it's with you and not with this plastic 'johnson'. What do you say?"Tom smiled at his son and said, "That's a promise."Maybe I was wrong about when the tape was made, but I thought it had been several days and Tom had NOT made good on his promise to. Not that she minded the attention, far from it, during these phases; her own body clock was insisting she mate as often as possible. In gorilla terms she was of prime age, with no young to look after. At a fundamental level, she felt time was running out and couldn't understand why their frantic copulation had, so far, not produced even a pregnancy. Perhaps this time, she would be successful. It didn't seem to bother the silver back. He continued his imperious day-to-day functions and only took. My brain worked again, my wife knew of my arrival times, had to. I don’t believe she could have forgotten it; my only problem with it was that she hadn’t discussed this with me, at least warned me of it if nothing else, she knew how hot I was about the idea of it. She would have called at least…I nearly hit myself on the head right then. The phone. I looked down at it at my waist and saw the telltale red blink of a message waiting for me. Damn! I slid my hand down and slipped the phone out of.