My Husband's Son - Part Two
Better than his father. Weeks went by without Jack appearing at my house. I was even ashamed of all this craziness, but you know! The flesh is weak. Just remembering that, I masturbated and reliving the scene. Even I wasn't sure why I didn't take Jack to bed: respect, fear, or shame, who knows? Anyway, as the days went by, it frustrated me that I had not tasted the boy more. The fact is that Jack disappeared and I continued to dream, wishing tha...