I conjured up a fantasy lover being careful not to use any of John’s physical attributes as I described this apparition to my son. I told him how I ...wanted my lover to fuck me on the beach. John got me off when he said he would like to jerk off while watching me have sex. Friday night I told John how I liked oral sex, and if I had my fantasy lover in my bed, I would suck his cock. He told me he wanted to lick Laura’s ass crack. He came when I told him I would swallow my lovers cum. He got me off. But the thought of being with her – kissing her, touching her, licking her – I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to fuck me. I picked up my phone. It was 9pm on a Saturday. I was home alone – my husband was away on a business trip – and I was starting to feel tipsy halfway through my third glass of wine. It was only 8pm on the West coast – where my husband was for business – so I called him. “Hey Kat.” he picked up. Albright was not new to such language, having raised two boys, but it upset her, nonetheless. "Jeff, you know how that talk troubles me. You may talk that way around your friends but it will not happen in our home -- at least when I'm here." Sorry, Mom," Jeff replied, trying to hide the smirk that crossed his face.A second later Devon opened the door, his eyes still glazed from the few minutes of sleep he'd managed to grab. "Jerk," he said, thrusting his elbow at Jeff."What were you doing in. When she finished her tea, she put the cup on the table and settled back down on Mason’s shoulder, her hand on his chest. He twitched, but didn’t awaken, so Lyndsey smiled and closed her eyes for a few minutes absorbing his warmth and feeling the satisfying rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.She wasn’t sure if she had dropped off or not, but something made her open her eyes. In front of her were Mr and Mrs P and a tall darker-skinned woman holding a baby, who was quiet and appeared to.