Jane was no on her knees on the bed in front of Mathew, who was still standing with his hands behind his back. Jane was playing with her breasts in fr...ont of him with one hand, the other busy between her legs. “Come on Mathew, show me what you’ve got. Cum for me.”Victoria slowly pulled my hand from her mouth. She had to steady herself on the door frame, but kept watching. I took a chance and reached behind her and slowly raised the rear of her dress. My hand found her arse and the tiny thong. I kept encouraging him. I told him to try to get her in bed, you never know if she is willing. As long you dont force it on her. If it is mutual, why not? He is a good friend and nothing much came out from him about the "married lady" he wanted. From time to time i do make sure he goes over to take Karyn out for dinner. One day we were chatting and he began to tell me that he is so arroused with the married lady. He wanted her bad. I told him that you might be wrong. She might want you more.. She wanted to do it with me. But she was afraid. Not of her husband, but of what my gf, her best friend, would say or how she would react. I poured some water on my face, and managed to pee somehow. As I was leaving, my gf came in the toilet, knowingly I was there. She closed the door behind her, pushed me against the wall and kissed me very passionately, while placing her hand on my dick. It was still kind of hard, but she made it hard as f**k again. She looked at me with horny eyes and said. To put it in Fred's terms, 'You really have got your shit together'. It was a compliment that I rather enjoyed hearing.At night when I went to bed, I made it a habit to think things through, to plan in an organized fashion, to extend potential acts to their logical conclusion. I realized that what I wanted to happen was not necessarily going to be the end result of my action. So I continued to seek a plan that would lead to my mother becoming my obedient slave.That thought alone was a maturing.