If I don’t look like a whore now, who does,” you continue remonstrating yourself, but the warm, silky feel of your undies, and knowing who will later remove them, titillates you as much as frightens as you as you drive on into the night, and to the next town some twenty miles away. xnx Until tonight, your only lover since your marriage was your husband John, attractive in his way, loving after a fashion, but perhaps gone a little bland. Its a dream you’d thought long dead, but that your own teenage son revived and fulfilled. You come out of the bath wrapped in a large fluffy white towel knotted between your breasts, and turn to see him waiting his own turn. You can’t move. You thought you knew what making love was about, but you’re through the roof now, and he hasn’t even started yet.
