Crossing the Line

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Crossing The Line

Part One

by Ann Douglas

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"This meeting is never going to end." Cathy Donohue thought to herself as she looked up on the wall of the makeshift conference room and saw that it was already twenty to eleven.

The regular PTA meeting had broken up over an hour ago and this little gathering of the executive committee was supposed to be brief. Just a quick chance for the committee to settle a few outstanding problems before adjoining for the summer. That was, however, before Dolores Azucena took the floor. The woman had been speaking non-stop for over half an hour.

The worse part of it was that Dolores was simply going over what had become by now a tired and familiar path. Every small town PTA, just like their big city counterparts, had their own Dolores Azucena. A frustrated, stuck up bitty who was determined to save the world from the immoral attitudes of less enlightened folk.

Dolores's current crusade was directed against the school boards decision to use the money raised by the PTA to give Cedar Grove Elementary School Internet Access. It was her firm contention that opening the doors of the Information Highway to the youngest citizens of their small town of 20,000 would create a generation of perverts and sex-addicts. Never mind that it had been explained to her over and over about the access safeguards that would also be installed, making it easier for their kids to access the Playboy channel on their parent's cable television than adult material on the Internet. Her only response to that was that she'd been against adult access on cable as well.

Cathy wondering if Dolores would have a heart attack if she knew that one of those so called perverts who wrote erotica online was sitting less than ten feet away from her. It'd been three years since she'd first tried her hand at adult fiction under the pen name of Anne O'Donnell.

The name itself had been something of a private joke. Anne was her middle name and O'Donnell had been her maiden name. The response to her stories in that time had been nothing less than phenomenal. Her fan email after each new story usually ran from five hundred to a thousand. What had began as a lark just to see if she could do it had become a very serious hobby.

Suppressing a groan as the older woman added yet another new verse to her litany, Cathy considered that if that didn't put her into the hospital, she had another little revelation that most surely would. All of the people around the table knew Cathy as a wife and mother, cut in the same mold as most of the woman sitting across from her. She was sure that even the most liberal of them would be shocked to learn that for most of her 41 years Cathy had lived a life exactly like that Dolores was so proud to rant against.

From the time she'd had her first experience with another woman back when she was 16, Cathy had been a confirmed bisexual. A practice that continued up to this day, even after 8 years of marriage. In fact her last affair with a woman she'd met on a business trip to NYC last year had only ended three months before when the woman moved to the west coast.

Tuning out the drone of Dolores's voice, Cathy let her mind wander. It was a favorite little game she liked to play when she had to kill time. It had come to her over twenty years before while in Air Force basic training and she had to spent a lot of time waiting in line. She'd pick someone around her and weave a sexual fantasy around them. It was a practice that had really paid off since she'd started writing erotica.

Glancing up at Dolores, Cathy concluded she'd be hard pressed to come up with a fantasy for the PTA Vice-president. It wasn't that she was an unattractive woman, in fact the opposite was true. Cathy preferred women who were cute rather than beautiful and Dolores was certainly cute. The same held true for so many of the PTA members that Cathy sometimes secretly joked that the initials stood for Pussy Tits and Ass. It was just that in Dolores's case she couldn't separate her personality from her body.

One incident that stuck out in her mind about how much that personality grated on her occurred last year when she'd gotten a part time job at the local mall selling lingerie. She'd distributed sales flyers to all the women in the PTA since her boss has promised her a bonus if it brought in new business. It most definitely had and Sue had gotten an added bonus when she was asked by so many of her fellow members to help them judge how they looked in the skimpiest of outfits.

Dolores of course had pointed out that it was inappropriate to pass out such material, ignoring the fact that every spring she did the same with flyers for her husband's lawn service. So you could've knocked Cathy over with a feather when Dolores's daughter Maria showed up at the shop, flyer in hand and asked her to help pick out something really special.

"I want something," the 23 year old brunette said with a sparkle in her dark brown eyes. "That's going to make my boyfriend, Christopher, come in his pants when he sees me in it."

The image of the naked young woman was still fresh in Cathy's mind. 5'4", about 120 lbs with a dark complexion, Maria had the most beautiful pebble-like nipples that begged to be kissed. It took a lot of self control that day for her to let the full breasted young woman walked away.

Across from Dolores, who was still going strong, sat Alyssia Clark. A few years younger than Cathy, the tall copper-red haired woman was what you would call a full-figured woman. Most Men were quick to pass on a woman who carried more than an extra full pounds but Cathy though it just made Alyssia look that much sexier. There was nothing the brunette loved more than cuddling up between a big soft set of breasts on a cold winter night. She sometimes wondered about Ms. Clark, seeing that she'd moved to Ceder Grove only a few years after she herself did. Alyssia described herself as a widow and immediately set up housekeeping with another woman in order, she said, to share costs. A common enough practice for single women, both with children, but still it made Cathy wonder.

Next to Alyssia sat Lydia Boot. Six years younger than the redhead, Lydia had been born in the Philippines. Cathy's height, she had long black shoulder length hair, brown eyes and the most captivating smile. Curvy and touchable was the way Cathy always thought of her.

In contrast, sitting across from the Filipina, was Whitney Wolf. Exactly the same age as Lydia, Whitney was as pale as she was dark, the gift of a Scottish heritage. Dark brown eyes peered out from large red glasses. Short curly brown hair topped a full hourglass figure. Whitney had also attended that lingerie sale and it was there that Cathy learned of her taste for bondage when she quietly asked if the store carrying anything in that line. While Cathy's downplayed her own experience in that area, she'd been more than happy to give Whitney a few helpful suggestions.

Sitting next to Cathy was Stephanie Lai, the youngest of the group. Only 27, the Chinese woman stood 5'7". Over a half foot taller than Cathy but 2 lbs lighter, something she always felt was so unfair, Stephanie had the most kissable lips Cathy had seen in a long time. More than a few boring meetings had been spent wondering what it would be like tasting those lips. The fantasy of spending hours kissing Stephanie changed abruptly last month when the two of them were having coffee one morning and the slim Asian asked Cathy if she knew where she could buy a dildo. The older woman had to bite down to resist the urge to say that she had a beautiful strap on upstairs in her night table and would love to demonstrate it. Instead she suggested that a mail order house might be the best choice.

Without much prompting, the image of Stephanie spread out naked on all fours, her perky little breasts bouncing back and forth filled Cathy's mind. Kneeling behind her, with a firm grip on her hips, Cathy's fantasy self pounded away at the younger woman. Strapped around her crotch was a long and thick dildo which disappeared and then reappeared as it penetrated her tight pussy again and again.

Quickly becoming lost in the erotic daydream, Cathy reached under the table and stroked her the inside of her thigh. She knew her panties and the bare skin beneath them were now wet, but she dared not bring her touch closer. There was things that even she didn't have the nerve to do. As it was, her attention became so fixed on the fantasy that she didn't notice when Dolores finally stopped speaking and Alyssia immediately called for a motion to adjoin. A motion that was seconded simultaneously by Whitney and Lydia. She wasn't even aware that people were getting up to leave until she felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder.

"Cathy, the meetings over." Sabrina Drake said in her clipped British accent as she gently nudged her friend.

"Oh, sorry." Cathy replied as she snapped out of her fantasies and ran her hand through her very short black hair. "I guess I was daydreaming."

"Dolores has that effect on people." the redhead smiled. "And I've had to listen to her a lot longer than you have."

Sabrina Drake was Cathy's best friend in Ceder Grove. A few inches taller than Cathy, she was also five years younger. They had become friends six years before when, eight months pregnant, Cathy had moved into a house on the same block.

Most of the other neighbors took a wait and see attitude towards the new arrival from New York City. Sabrina, having been even more of an outsider with having spent her first 20 years of life living just outside London, thought this rather silly. She had showed up that first morning after the moving vans had left with a map of the area, a list of helpful tips and a tray holding a still hot breakfast.

Sabrina was an old hand at the PTA, as her fourth child finished the third grade. Most of the other mothers of first graders were ten or more years younger than Cathy so she was doubly grateful that she already had a close friend when her daughter started school last September.

"You're the lucky one." The 5'2" brunette said as she pushed her chair back under the long table. "If you hadn't gotten that phone call before you'd have had to listened to Dolores's speech too."

"I'll let you in on a little secret, Cathy." Sabrina whispered. "There wasn't any phone call. I asked the desk guard to just come in twenty minutes after the meeting started and say I had one. I've been on the executive committee too long not to know that Dolores had at least one more speech in her for the year end meeting."

"Cheat!" Cathy hissed in mock anger as they exited the room.

"You're only angry because you didn't think of it too." the 35 year old said.

Both women laughed.

"Did you finish that report for the summer study group you were working on?" Sabrina asked.

"I have most of it on disk, but our computer crashed Wednesday night." Cathy replied. "I was on the phone two hours yesterday with tech support but couldn't get it working. They promised to have someone come out and take a look at it on Monday."

"Well just drop the disk off at my house later and I'll print out what you have."

"Can I just hide out at your house until Monday?" Cathy quipped in a semi-serious voice. "Jim's going to have a fit when he gets home from his trip Sunday night and finds I crashed the system again."

"You do seem to do it pretty often." the younger woman said.

"Can I help it if the machine doesn't like me." Cathy laughed.

"I have an idea." Sabrina said after a few moments of thought. "My son Glen is home from college this week. He's pretty good with computers, he should be since he's majoring in them. Why don't I ask him to stop over after lunch and take a look at it."

"That'd be great." Cathy gushed. "If he gets it up and running I'll owe you big time."

"You really don't have to owe me, just get me something nice...." Sabrina said. "Something like.....him over there." she added as her voice dropped to a whisper.

Cathy tuned to see Dave Hoch, the gym teacher walking down the hallway from the opposite direction. 6'1" and 215 lbs, the bearded 39 year old bore a striking resemblance to a younger Kenny Rogers, right down to the silver streaks in an otherwise black beard. Striking blue eyes sparkled from behind round tortoise shell glasses, eclipsed only by a broad friendly smile. Sabrina whispered a speculation about a non visible part of his anatomy causing both women to laugh. As he passed, Dave wondered what the joke was.

Cathy ran a few errands before heading home. Her daughter had a Scout meeting after school and this was Dora Fletcher's turn to pick up all the girls and drive them home. The living room clock was just chiming twelve thirty as she closed the front door behind her.

Ten minutes later, Cathy had just finished changing out of the dress she'd worn to the PTA meeting and into a simple blue skirt and white blouse, when the door bell rang.

Opening the door, she was greeted by a muscular young man in red gym shorts and a white Empire State University T-shirt. He stood 5'5" with blue eyes and dark ginger hair. Cathy's first thought that this couldn't be little Glen.

Then again, she really hadn't seen him since last fall when he went away to college. Despite having just finished his freshman year at State, Glen Drake has only just passed his 17th birthday. Always at the top of his class, he'd twice skipped a grade during elementary school.

"Hello Mrs. Donohue." he smiled. "My Mom says you've been having some problems with your computer."

"Oh, yes." she said as she realized that she'd been staring at the young hunk. "Come on in."

As he stepped inside and Cathy closed the door behind him, she couldn't help but check out his back view as well.

"Nice ass." she thought to herself.

"So how's college?" she actually said.

"College is great." he replied as he stepped into the living room. "There's so much to learn and do. I've even gotten into working out at the gym and biking. Mom kept drumming into me that I had to exercise my body as well as my mind."

"Well she's definitely right there." Cathy grinned, hoping that her look didn't betray a too lustful thought. Like the fact that if she was 20 years younger and all other things being equal she'd like to jump his body right here on the living room carpet. He definitely wasn't what came to mind when you thought of a computer whiz.

"Should we get started?" he asked.

"What?" Cathy replied in a somewhat confused tone.

"The computer? Where do you keep it.?" he asked.

"Oh, the computer." she answered, telling herself to put that little fantasy out of her mind. There would be time enough to explore it fuller when she crawled into her empty bed tonight. "It's in the work room upstairs. Come on, I'll show you."

"You've really fixed the place up since the last time I was here." Glen said as he followed his mother's friend up the spiral staircase.

"Well with Laura in school now, I have a lot more time to work on it."

"How's she like school?" he asked as they reached the top floor.

"Oh she loves it." Cathy said as she opened the door to the work room. "She actually gets constant A's."

"That's great." Glen commented as he stepped past her and sat down in front of the computer.

The college student pulled a small leather folder out of his carry bag and opened it on the desk. As he spread it open, Cathy could see it was full of brightly colored floppy disks.

"OK, lets see what we've got." he said as he hit the power switch and the C:\ prompt appeared on the screen.

Cathy watched as the youth began to type in commands too fast for her to follow. What Cathy could only describe as gibberish flashed across the screen as Glen pulled a bright red disk from his folder and slid it into the "A" drive. Then he began to type in a new set of commands.

"This doesn't look too bad." he said out loud as he replaced the red disk with a blue one.

Feeling a little silly standing there with nothing to do but watch Glen work, Cathy asked if he'd like a soda.

"That'd be great." Glen said, never taking his eyes off the monitor screen.

"Coke, Pepsi?"

"You wouldn't happen to have any Mountain Dew, would you?" he said, turning around and looking at Cathy with a broad smile.

"Let me take a look down in the basement." Cathy said, admiring his smile. "I think there might be some left over from our last party."

Glen was already back at work before Cathy exited the room.

As she looked through the cans of soda stacked in the basement pantry, Cathy was sure she was going to find a good use for that vibrator she kept in her night table tonight. When she really thought about it, she thought it was funny that she would find Glen so attractive. Back when she'd been in high school, she really hadn't been that interested in guys her age. Then again, at that point in her life, she hadn't been too interested in guys period.

"Bingo!" she said in triumph as she spotted a green can in the back of the shelf.

A quick side trip to the kitchen produced a glass full of ice and a few snacks to go with the soda. As she carefully navigated the stairs with her burden, Cathy wondered if Glen would still be working on the computer when supper time rolled around.

Stepping into the workroom, Cathy's blue eyes opened wide in amazement as she saw the familiar picture of the starship Enterprise that served as windows wallpaper filling the computer's monitor screen. She couldn't have been gone more than ten minutes.

"You fixed it." she excitedly called out as she set the tray down on the snack table.

"It was nothing, really." Glen said as he began sprouting what Cathy categorized as techno-babble. He might look like a varsity player, but he still had the mind of a nerd. Finally he came to the point and said he'd like to run a few more tests on the system.

"Sure, you're the disk-doctor." Cathy laughed, relieved that she now didn't have to even mention to her husband that the computer had crashed.

Leaving Glen to his work, Cathy spent the next ten minutes cleaning up the adjacent bedroom. She was wondering if she should offer him money for the work he'd done. Even though he was doing it as a favor for his mother, Cathy felt she should at least make the gesture. And if he accepted, so much the better.

"Oh shit!" Glen yelled loud enough to be heard in the next room.

Cathy dropped what she was doing and rushed out into the hallway.

"I don't believe it!" he continued.

"What's wrong?" Cathy called out as she burst into the room, visions of a totally ruined hard drive in her head.

It was a few seconds before Glen took his eyes off the screen. A screen filled with Windows 95's Explorer and a few open text files.

"What's the matter?" Cathy asked, unable to imagine what could've caused the young man's reaction.

"You're Anne O' Donnell!" Glen exclaimed as the older woman stepped into the room.

"Oh God!" Cathy mentally exclaimed as the words died stillborn in her throat. It was her worse nightmare come true.

From where she now stood, she could see that the open text files contained two unfinished stories as well as email addressed to her Anne identity. Mentally she gave herself a swift kick in the ass. For the longest time she had been planning to install some sort of security program to protect those files. A necessity prompted by her daughter's new found reading skills and her desire to read anything her eyes came across. She reminded herself every time she opened one of the files but never seemed to get around to it. After a moments reflection, remembering Glen's skill with the keyboard, a security program mightn't made a difference.

The young man was still going on, his voice reflecting both excitement and apology at the same time. His words were coming out so fast that Cathy had trouble making a few of them out.

"I really wasn't trying to be noisy." he said. "I was just checking the file directory and saw the folder 'Anne O' Donnell'. I thought it must've been some other Anne O' Donnell. I mean, why would a woman like you save a bunch of dirty stories? Not that I think there dirty or anything like that. Then I thought, hey why not, after all they're really great tales. So I just opened it up to see if it was really the same Anne and if you had any stories I didn't have."

The 17 year old finally paused and took a breath. Then he went right on at the same rapid clip.

"Then instead of a few stories it opened up to another set of folders - a story archive, unfinished work, email and story ideas. It took me a few seconds to realize what it all meant, then it hit me like a brick. It was so obvious. You're really Anne O' Donnell!"

Still stunned and unable to think of any other explanation, Cathy nodded her head in confirmation.

"This is unbelievable." he said, his voice still racing with animation. "Everyone back at school reads your stuff - both the guys and the girls. I even wrote you a few fan letters and you answered them. Who'd have believed I was emailing the lady down the block. I'm GlenD99@brightstar.com"

Cathy smiled as she recognized the name. His letters had been quite good and showed a smart young man with quite an imagination. He'd even shared a few of his fantasies.

The smile faded as Cathy recalled what those fantasies had been about. Because he had been two years younger than his classmates the last few years, Glen hadn't really been that successful with the ladies. Until this year and the change in his appearance, he'd been considered something of a nerd, if that was still the term they used. He had shared his deepest secret a few months back, that he was still a virgin. Cathy wondered for a moment if that was still true.

"Wait until I go back to school and tell my friends that I live down the block from Anne O'Donnell."

That statement caught Cathy's immediate attention, shattering any idle speculation she might've had about Glen's virginity.

"No!, you can't!" she snapped back.

Glen was caught off guard by the vehemence of her retort. That and the look of horror on Cathy's face.

"Glen, you can't tell anyone that I'm Anne O' Donnell." Cathy said as she composed herself as best she could. "Most people in this town wouldn't understand. God, I don't think even your mother would understand and she's my best friend."

What she didn't say was that if Sabrina didn't understand, what would someone like Dolores do with that knowledge. Probably go out and organize a committee, or more likely a lynch mob, to run her out of town on a rail. After an old fashion tar and feathering of course.

After Glen thought about it a little he realized that Cathy was right. He couldn't tell anyone. It would have to be their secret.

"I guess you're right." he said. "But it seems so unfair. Everyone would've been so impressed."

"I'm sorry." Cathy said as she saw the disappointment on his face. "If there was any other way I could help I would. I really appreciate your fixing my computer. If you want, I could pay you for that."

"I don't want any money." Glen said as he explained that he had done the repairs as a favor to his mother. He paused for a few moments, then his face suddenly lit up again. "I know how you can make it up to me!" he suddenly added in an even more thrilled voice.

"I don't like the sound of that." Cathy thought as warning bells went off in her head. Again her attention drifted back to his emailed fantasies of having an older woman initiate him sexually.

"RRRiiiinnnngggggg!"

The abrupt ring of the desktop phone caught Cathy in mid-word, just as she was about to ask him to explain himself.

"I'll take that in the other room." Cathy said as she seized on the interruption and practically ran for the extension in the bedroom. "You wait right here, don't go anywhere!"

From the wide eyed look on Glen's face, the older woman needn't have worried about him going anywhere.

The phone call had turned out to be a saleswoman for the local cable company. She was surprised by Cathy's excessive courtesy in declining their latest must have offer. It was just a reflection of her relief at the much needed pause.

Staring at herself in the large bedroom mirror, Cathy debated what she should do. She was sure Glen was going to ask her to help him live out his fantasy.

She was older than his mother for goodness sake, and not nearly as attractive. It had always been her personality that men and women had found attractive. That and a highly erotic imagination. Why in the world would a good looking young man like Glen want a 41 year old mother who had to admit to herself that she'd never quite got back into the shape she'd had before her pregnancy some years before. Maybe he had a fixation on older women?

Taking a second look at her reflection, Cathy realized she's sold herself short. True, she wasn't what anyone would describe as beautiful, but then again she never was. Even as a teen she preferred to be thought of as cute and despite the passage of years and the addition of a few pounds, she still was.

In addition, Glen was looking at her through the eyes of adulation. Like a lover, he saw what he wanted to see, even if it reality didn't match the fantasy. What she also hadn't really considered was that Glen had also been well exposed to both the personality and imagination that she so prized. Both was clearly evident in her stories - her creations.

"What am I thinking?" she asked herself. "This is insane. Even if he wasn't Sabrina's son, I can't do this. Even back when I was Anne O' Donnell for real I wouldn't just meet someone and fall into bed with them." she said to her reflection in the mirror.

A silent voice answered back. "Be honest with yourself, Cathy." it said. "You very well could and more than a number of times very well did do just that."

True, most of those times had been with other women but enough had been with men to have mattered.

"So what do I do?" she asked her doppelganger.

"What would Anne O' Donnell do?" came her counterpart's reply.

Looking deep within herself and being totally honest, Cathy admitted that the idea of fucking Glen was both compelling and exciting. It'd been so many years since she'd done anything that wild and crazy. She found that she'd missed the feeling.

In the nearly nine years she'd been married, Cathy had more than a few affairs with other women. Her husband Jim had both known about them and been comfortable with their existence. It'd been almost fifteen years since she'd been with another man and until this moment she couldn't have imagined any set of circumstances that would've prompted her to want to try. Yet in all the wildness of her youth, one of the few things she'd never done was have sex with a virgin. She was sure Jim would understand how much this meant to her. How much it would mean to her.

Then, like a rocket, it hit her. She had imperceptibly gone from debating the idea to justifying it. She had crossed the line.

"This is crazy!" she mentally repeated to herself as she stepped out into the hall.

It was a phrase she'd oftentimes reminded herself in her younger days, usually before some kind of sexual adventure. With it came the usual response. "Hey, in 20 years who's going to care!"

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Priorities ....

A hundred years from now....

It won't matter how much money I had....

What kind of house I lived in ....

Or what kind of car I drove...

What will matter is that the world might be a better place...

Because I was important in the life of a child.

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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story.

Crossing The Line

Part Two

by Ann Douglas

With a sly smile on her face, Cathy stepped back into the workroom where a patient Glen hadn't even moved from the chair in front of the computer.

She pulled another chair from the other side of the room and rolled it over next to Glen. The more she thought about it, the more right this seemed. It wasn't just Glen in front of her, it was every person who had ever read one of her stories. How many nights had she sat in that very chair reading email from fans, telling how hot one of her stories had gotten them. She'd had one hand on the keyboard and the other beneath the waistband of her panties.

"So where were we?" Cathy said as she pulled the chair just a little bit closer. Close enough for the young man to get both a good whiff of her favorite perfume and a view down the valley of her breasts. "Oh yeah, you said something about my making it up to you."

It took a few seconds for Glen to find his voice. When he found it, it was low and hesitant.

"I err.....what I mean was, I just wanted to ask you if....."

"Just ask, Glen." Cathy said reassuringly. "I don't bite." she said with a smile. Mentally she added. "Oh yes I do, but no one's ever complained."

"I just thought that it would be so great, I mean if it was all right with you, if you could write a story for me." he finally stammered out.

"What..???" Cathy replied.

"I'd like you to write a story about my fantasies." he went on with a little more confidence.

"A story..???" Cathy repeated.

Taking her surprise as a possible rebuff, Glen began to immediately apologize.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean...."

"No, its OK." Cathy cut in. "You just took me by surprise."

The return of the smile on his face was proof that her reassurance had it's effect.

"If it's a story you want, then it's a story that you'll get." Cathy returned with a similar grin.

Deep down, Cathy was actually feeling disappointed. She had worked herself into a sexual state and now to find out that all he wanted was a story when he could have had her.

"So what kind of fantasy are we talking about?" Cathy inquired.

"Well it would be about me and this woman, and we would....err....I'm not really sure how to describe it."

"Describe it any way you want." Cathy said. "In any terms you like. I'm not exactly afraid of words. Fuck, suck, cock, pussy, there just words that describe actions and objects. They don't bother me."

"Well in the story I would meet this woman..."

"Who is she? What does she look like?" Cathy asked.

"Well she's older, maybe a teacher or someone I'm working for."

"What color hair does she have?" Cathy asked. "Does she have big breasts?"

"Err.. I guess she has dark hair and average breasts."

"Like mine?" she asked as she leaned a little more forward and gave him an even better look down her blouse.

"Yes." he said a little sheepishly.

"OK, we're getting there." the older woman grinned. "And what happens with the two of you. Does she seduce you?"

"Yes."

"What does she do?" Cathy asked.

"Well, she sort of gets me in a situation and seduces me."

"Does she play with your cock?"

"Yes."

"Does she suck it?"

"Yes." he said, trying to suppress the widening of his smile.

"Do you fuck her?"

"Yes." he went on, his efforts at restraint totally abandoned.

"Is she a good fuck?" Cathy asked, amused at the thought of her sitting in her house discussing with a 17 year old his sexual fantasies. Then again, only twenty minutes ago she was pretty sure she'd be making those sexual fantasies come true.

"I guess so?" Glen replied in a hesitant tone.

"You guess so?" Cathy repeated. "That's a strange answer. Is she better than any other woman you've been with? Is she better than your girlfriend?"

Glen didn't have an answer. He just looked at Cathy with a blank expression.

"Glen, have you ever been with a woman? Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"Yes, I have a girlfriend." he quickly responded. His unspoken answer told her that he was still a virgin.

"A girl up at school?" Cathy asked, concentrating on the part of the question he had answered.

"No, I've been dating Beverly Friedman here in town when I come home on weekends and breaks."

That surprised Cathy. Not that he was dating Beverly who was on the high school's cheerleader squad, after all, he was a handsome young man. What surprised her was that he hadn't slept with her. If all the gossip were to be believed, Beverly had already gone through most of the football team.

"Let's get back to the story." Cathy said. "How does she start?"

"She begins to rub my cock...."

The mention of his cock caused Cathy to look down between his legs. Sure enough, he had a raging hard-on. Not surprising considering their discussion. The outline against his gym shorts showed a length of about seven inches. Pretty impressive, she had to admit.

"You mean like this." Cathy asked as she placed her long slender fingers on his erection.

"Oh shit!" Glen exclaimed.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Cathy asked as she ran her fingers up and down his cloth encased cock.

"Oh yes!"

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked.

"Oh no!" he blurted out as he leaned back in the chair and enjoyed her touch.

Cathy slid her fingers down the length of his cock and across the soft skin of his leg. On her return path, she slid her hand under the material of his shorts until it made contact with his hard flesh itself. This brought another even louder sigh from Glen.

"You know Glen..." she said as she played with his cock. "When you first said there was a way for me to pay you back for fixing the computer, I thought you were going to ask to sleep with me."

"Oh no, I wouldn't ask anything like that." he quickly interjected.

"Of course you wouldn't." Cathy said softly as she noted that the young cock in her hand was getting even harder. "But to tell the truth, I was pretty excited by the idea."

Glen's breathing was beginning to become labored. At the rate she was going, it would only be a matter of time before he shot his load, tight into Cathy's soft hand.

"In fact, I was just a little disappointed when my assumption turned out to be a mistake." she went on. "So what we have here is a set of choices."

"Choices?" Glen gasped as he tried to keep up with the conversation.

"I could keep this up, and in about a minute or two you'd come all over my hand. Or, if you're really feeling daring, we could take this a little further."

Distracted by the rising fire in his balls, Glen's attention kept drifting. He knew that Cathy was saying something important, but somehow the reality of her hand on his cock blotted everything else out.

"My hand on your cock feels nice, doesn't it." she repeated, not expecting an answer. "Of course it does. But tell me, how nice do you think it would feel if I put it in my mouth instead. Or for that matter, what do you think it would feel like if my pussy was wrapped around it?"

That got his total attention. He didn't even react when Cathy took her hand off his cock.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, Glen?" Cathy asked, has Beverly ever done that for you?"

"No, I mean yes. I mean, no, she's never done that and yes I'd really want you to." he babbled.

"Stand up then." Cathy said.

As he rose to his feet, Cathy took hold of his gym shorts and pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles. His rock hard cock sprang upward as it was exposed to the open air. With a hunger, she pressed her face against it and kissed the base of it.

"Mmmm, it tastes so nice." she said as she ran her tongue up and down the length of his young manhood. "So masculine." she added before she dropped to her knees and glided her tongue around the crown before slipping it's fullness between her lips.

The sudden wetness that engulfed his cock send a wave of dizziness through Glen's brain. This couldn't really be happening. This couldn't be his mother's best friend on her knees giving him his first blow-job. It had to be a dream. Any second now he would wake up and find himself laying in his bed with a pair of cum filled underpants.

But the sudden rush of pressure that exploded up and out of his balls told him that dream or not, he was about to climax like he'd never done before. Even better than that night Beverly had jerked him off when they had parked over by the lake.

Experience told Cathy that the young man had reached the limit of his self-control. Like any other man his age, that limit was set at a very low level of stimulation. She felt the first drop of milky white impact against the back of her mouth and immediately pulled his cock as deep as it would go within her.

Only a second later that single drop was followed by a torrid that splattered across her mouth, covering every inch with a sticky coating. Cathy swallowed the steady stream as fast as she could, taking note that a young man's sperm had it's own special flavor. Perhaps she'd been too hasty in her youth when she ignored guys her own age. This thought was interrupted by yet another spurt from his cock.

This time, she allowed it to fill her mouth, permitting herself time to savor the taste as she whirled her tongue from one side of her mouth to the other. A third spurt she let slide out of the corners of her mouth and down the base of his young cock. Then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft, relishing both the tangy taste and the now intoxicating aroma of his youthful sex.

Even youth has it's limits and the fourth burst was less than half the third. Cathy knew he was spent and took him deep within her mouth one last time and began to wash him clean. By the time his now semi-limp organ slipped from her mouth, few remnants of her efforts remained.

"Now that was fun, wasn't it?" she laughed as she got up off her knees.

"Oh God, that was unbelievable." Glen said, finally admitting to himself that it had actually happened and wasn't a dream.

"There's a lot more fun we can have if you want." Cathy said as she gave his hanging cock a playful tug. "We can see how this little toy feels when it has a tight pussy wrapped around it. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Glen looked at her in amazement. She really meant it. She was going to let him fuck her. Of course he'd say yes. After that incredible and unexpected cocksucking, Glen imagined even the parish priest would have a hard time saying no.

"But pleasing a woman is about a lot more than just getting your cock hard and sticking it in her." Cathy said as she released his cock. "Let's see what we can teach you."

Taking a step backward, the dark haired woman reached up and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her 34c bust might not be as firm as it was when she was 20, but it was still impressive. It was just a matter of how you used it.

Glen watched in fascination as the view of her breasts grew with each open button. It wasn't long before the white blouse hung totally open and the only thing covering her luscious mounds was a thin white bra.

"It opens in the front." Cathy said as she took a step closer and invited the young man to unwrap her.

Excited, he reached out and fumbled with the clasp. It took three attempts before it opened in his trembling fingers. As the material fell away, he placed an outstretched hand under each globe, delighting in both the softness and warmth of each.

He'd felt Beverly up while they were making out, but this was the first time he'd actually seen a real naked breast.

"Go ahead, play with them." Cathy said as she enjoyed the touch of his hands against her flesh. "You can even kiss them if you want."

Needing little urging, Glen ran his hands across her breasts again and again, finding fascination in the way her nipples became erect as he rubbed them. Cathy's breasts seemed bigger than he'd imagined them to be, but then again, perhaps he'd never really took the time to look at them in the proper perspective.

Carefully he lifted one nipple to his mouth and licked it, bringing a soft moan of encouragement to his ears. Up at school some of the guys had let him join in when they watched porno tapes. He tried to remember how the men in them had "sucked tit."

The older woman gave him a few minutes to just enjoy himself and become comfortable with his actions. He kept a breast in each hand, squeezing the softness of each and comparing it with the hardness of each nipple. Raising one to his mouth, he began to suck on it in earnest. He was rough at first, but Cathy guided him in a soft understanding voice, teaching him how to use his tongue. Then how to suck the nipple into his mouth and use his teeth to give just the right touch of pleasure/pain.

Moving to the other breast, Glen showed that he was indeed a quick learner. Cathy arched back and closed her eyes in enjoyment as the teen continued to suckle at her tits. What she was doing was so very wrong, but at the moment she didn't care. She knew that before he left for home, Glen's cock would be buried in her already wet pussy.

"This can work both ways you know." Cathy said as she slid her fingers under the edge of his T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. She pressed her lips against the lightly haired chest and kissed her way to his own nipples. Running her tongue across them again and again, she showed that they too could get hard. Then she demonstrated the instructions she had given him only a few minutes before so that he would know in the future how it felt when he did it again. To his surprise it felt really nice. For some reason, he never considered the idea that the nipples on a guy would be a sexually exciting area or that a man could feel the same excitement as a woman when they were kissed there.

Cathy took her time orally playing with his nipples before pulling his head down to hers and kissing him full on the lips. It was the first time she had done it and in many ways, Glen found it more erotic than the blow job she'd given him. A second kiss followed and this time Glen felt her tongue pass between his lips and into his mouth. Electricity seemed to spark as he felt her tongue touch his, playing with it as it moved around in his mouth. Instinctively he pressed forward with his own appendage as she opened her lips to admit it. Of course he'd heard about french kissing but none of the girls he'd dated did that sort of thing. It was funny, from what he heard, some girls would actually sooner suck your cock than have you trade tongues with them.

Back and forth their tongues flew as they kissed again and again. While they necked, Cathy reached down and cupped his balls. Gliding her hand upward, she tested his cock's renewed hardness. It wouldn't be too long before he was ready again.

"Can I see your pussy?" Glen suddenly asked.

"Why of course you can." Cathy answered. "In fact I was just about to suggest that. There's something else I'd like to show you how to do."

Cathy broke their embrace and moved back a few paces. She undid the clasp of her blue skirt and let it drop to the floor. Beneath it she wore a pair of plain blue panties, they too quickly made their way to the clothing pile on the floor.

The first thing Glen noticed was that unlike all the pictures he'd seen in video's and magazines, there was no hair between Cathy's legs. Her pussy was as bare as a teenage girls. When she was younger, Cathy explained she used to shave her crotch because she thought it was sexy but later gave it up because it became too much trouble, contenting herself with a tightly trimmed bush instead. Then one day she noticed more than a few gray and white pubic hairs when drying herself off after a shower. The hair had been banished that day, never to return.

"It made me feel old." she laughed.

"I don't think I could ever think of you as old again." Glen remarked.

It was the "again" in his remark that bothered her. Prior to this afternoon, he had seen her as old.

"Well you wanted to get a good look at it." Cathy said as she raised one leg up onto the chair. "You're not going to get one way over there."

Now it was Glen's turn to get down on his knees as he moved beneath Cathy's outstretched legs. She'd reached down and parted the lips of her cunt to give him a full unhindered look. Only a few inches away, Glen couldn't help but think that the only word to describe it was "nasty."

"What do you think?" Cathy asked.

"It's beautiful." he lied.

"I want you to kiss it." Cathy said. "I want you to lick my pussy and taste how sweet the juices can be."

Somewhat hesitantly, Glen lifted his head to comply. He was afraid if he said that he didn't want to, his lessons in love would end here and now. For the chance to finally get laid he could put up with it for a little while. After all, hadn't a few of the guys back in school said it wasn't so bad if you kept reminding yourself what was going to come after it.

Clumsily at first, he simply tried to take the whole thing in his mouth like he had Cathy's nipples. Then he settled down and began to lick up and down, using his hand to expose more of the pink softness within. After a few minutes, he decided that it wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was kind of fun. A fun that was made even more so by the melody of delight issuing from Cathy's lips.

From the books on sex that he'd read, he knew what the clitoris was, although he was sure he was the first of his friends here in town to actually have the chance to see one close up. He reached out to it with his tongue and was rewarded with another series of soft moans from his new found lover. The taste of female honey filled his mouth and this too was surprisingly sweet. So much for all the fish smell jokes he'd heard.

Cathy's cunt grew wetter with each passing minute. She guided Glen's fingers into her pussy and quickly showed him how to finger-fuck a woman. Between his tongue and fingers, she was as wet as she could be. Even an experienced woman as herself had a limit on self control and she was quickly reaching her's. Her body cried out for his hard cock and she was no longer willing to wait for it. She lifted herself off his now eager face and stepped away from him.

The look of disappointment that filled his face quickly faded however as she took him by the hand and motioned for the door.

"Why don't we move to the bedroom." she said in a lust filled voice. "I know a cherry that needs popping."

The centerpiece of the master bedroom was a large oversized bed which took up a good part of the room. When Cathy and her husband had gone shopping for a new bedroom set they'd fallen in love with the large oak piece. It was twice the size a couple of their heights needed but as Cathy joked afterward, it isn't as if we only used it for sleeping.

With a look of glee on her face, a naked Cathy jumped to the center of the bed, pulling an equally naked Glen behind her. She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him with all the fire she had inside her. Not since the first time with her husband-to-be had she gotten herself this worked up with a man. With the added excitement that this was Glen's first time, it might very well turn into the hottest she'd ever been with a man.

"Fuck me!" she whispered into his ear as she held him tightly against her. "I want that big hard cock in my pussy."

That said, she dropped back against the four pillows that were piled in front of the headboard and spread her legs in invitation. Normally she preferred the female superior position with her on top, but she figured Glen would like this position better.

Without hesitation for he was as horny as she was, if not more so, Glen climbed on top of her. He kissed her again and continued to kiss his way down to her breasts. While he did, Cathy reached down and took hold of his rigid member and guided it to her waiting cunt.

"Fuck me!" she said again, this time in a much louder tone. "Fill my pussy with that cock!"

Glen smiled as he replaced Cathy's hand around his cock with his own. He placed it at the entrance of her hole and gently slid it in. She was so lubricated that he quickly filled her until his balls slapped against her skin. He reached down and took a hold of each of her legs as he had seen them do in the movie, then began to fuck her as hard as he could.

"Oh God Yes!" Cathy cried out as she felt his cock fill her. It felt so good. She reached behind him and grabbed his ass. Taking a firm grip, she added her own strength to his thrusts, taking him deeper inside her. She also wrapped her legs around his back, restricting the length of his strokes but increasing their frequency.

With every once of energy he could muster, Glen thrusted his cock into his Cathy again and again. A thousand nights of fantasy fueled his passion. That the realization of his nighttime dreams would come at the hand of his mother's best friend only seemed to make it more exciting. The walls of her pussy felt so good as they wrapped around his cock. Glen had been masturbating since he was 13 but he never imagined that anything could feel as good as this.

Sweat covered both their bodies as they thrashed back and forth atop the wide bed. Cathy continued to hold him tightly, his face pressed tightly against her own. She continued to murmur quiet words of encouragement, not that they were needed. In between, she alternated between licking and nibbling on his ear.

"Oh your cock feels so good inside of me." she purred as a familiar pleasing wave of passion crested across her body. "You're such a good lover."

Glen was sure she was only saying that to make him feel good. But even if the words were faked, the reactions of her body to his weren't. He might not be the greatest lover but he knew he was bringing her pleasure. The neophyte lover only hoped it was equal to that she was bringing to him.

After what seemed like an eternity, Cathy felt Glen's body began to tense, signaling an imminent explosion within him. His first climax within a woman. She grabbed him as hard as she could and pulled him as far inside her as possible.

Cathy held him tight, preventing him from moving so that he could savor the feeling of release she knew was coming. As soon as she felt the shudder of his body she relaxed and let it trigger the volcanic waves within her own body. Her pussy exploded as she felt the burst of his seed fill her body, electrical charges radiated outward until they filled the core of her being. She smothered his face against her breasts, allowing his to taste the sweat that covered her body.

Then as the tremors subsided within, she pulled his head up and pressed her lips against his. She kissed her young lover passionately again and again. Holding him pressed tightly against her, she continued to pump his still firm cock until his balls had been squeezed of every last drop of that beautiful white cream.

Finally it was done and his hot, sweat covered body collapsed upon hers. Too exhausted to even lift himself, he just laid there, his cock still within her. Eventually it began to shrink to its pre-aroused state and slipped from within her.

Wrapping her arms around him, Cathy ran her fingers across his back and down to his ass. His body felt so warm and nice against hers, she hoped he shared the feeling of contentment that filled her.

"So I guess now I'm a man." Glen said as he lifted his head off her breasts.

"Sweetheart, you were already a man." Cathy said in a soft voice. "You just have a little experience now, that's all." she added as she kissed the top of his head.

They laid there for about a half hour, just kissing, touching and talking. Glen understood that this had been a one time thing and Cathy was sure he'd never tell another soul. Glancing at the clock on the night table, Cathy said that he'd have to go because her daughter would be home from scouts in half an hour.

She'd considered offering him the use of her shower as they were both soaked to the skin. Then remembering how much she loved sex in the shower, she decided she didn't trust herself enough not to jump in after him. It just wouldn't do to have Dora show up with the girls and find the two of them going at it again.

"I'm sorry I can't offer you a shower." she said.

"No problem, I'll just tell my mom that I was exercising." he replied. "It's not really a lie, is it." he laughed.

Glen's mentioning Sabrina brought Cathy back to cold reality. God, she had fucked her friend's teenage son. What would Sabrina say if she knew?

The fear only lasted a minute. One creed that Cathy had followed all her life was never look back. You can't change what was or spent your time worrying about what might be.

"I guess this means I don't get my story." Glen quipped as he pushed the ends of his T-shirt into his shorts."

"Lover, I'm going to write you the best story you ever read." she said as she gave him one last kiss. "And I'm going to put it online so that all the world will know what a great lover you are."

"That's a lie." he replied. "But it gives me a goal to shoot for. I'll settle for that."

"Fair enough." Cathy said, then switched to a serious tone. "Glen, remember the concept of the four walls I once mentioned in my letters."

"Yeah, I remember." he replied. "What happens between these four walls, stays between these four walls."

"Exactly, now you'd better get going."

Pausing only to retrieve his computer tools, he did just that.

Cathy took a quick shower as not to smell of sex when Dora showed up. Enjoying the feel of the hot water against her skin, she reflected on what had just happened. Stepping out of the shower, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and asked for the hundredth time.

"Had it been worth it?"

Her reflection smiled back and said. "Damn right it was."

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Priorities ....

A hundred years from now....

It won't matter how much money I had....

What kind of house I lived in ....

Or what kind of car I drove...

What will matter is that the world might be a better place...

Because I was important in the life of a child.

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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story.

Crossing The Line

Part Three

by Ann Douglas

• Caught In The Act -

Six weeks had gone by since that afternoon with Glen and the whole encounter had already receded to memory as far as Cathy was concerned. She'd kept her promise and written Glen his story, and after changing the names had put it on line.

True to his word, Glen had never mentioned what happened, not even in his email response to her posting. Never even eluding that he was the character in her story, Glen merely stated that he thought the tale was her best work ever. He was away at the summer camp he worked at now and mentioned that he'd taken up with a fellow counselor named Judy Winters. They got along great and hopefully he'd get to know her a lot better in time.

Glen's mother had just gotten back from a two week vacation in the Caribbean. She'd called Cathy the other day and invited her over for lunch. Unfortunately Cathy couldn't make it and countered with an invitation to come over and share a dip in the pool and lunch. The temperature was going to hit 90 today and Sabrina had readily agreed. Jim had taken Laura to spend the weekend at her grandmother's house so they would have peace and quiet. Cathy didn't exactly get along with her mother-in-law so both parties were more than willing to accept a flimsy excuse as to why she stood home.

For once the weathermen had hit it right on the money and the mercury crested at 90 just about noon. Cathy was floating in the pool enjoying the solitude and being thankful that she hadn't gone to her in-laws. Cathy and Jim had put a lot of work into their backyard over the years and it had become their private refuge. The inground pool opened onto a large deck which in turn led to the kitchen's patio doors. Beyond the pool was a play area, complete with swing set and slide. The entire yard was surrounded by a natural barrier of trees that provided a lot more privacy than the six foot fences allowed by the towns building regulations. It was one of the reasons they'd bought the house at the end of town. If only more days could be like this.

"Hello!" called out a cheery voice from the front of the house.

"Back here, Sabrina!" Cathy called out as she coasted to the side of the pool.

The high wooden door opened and in stepped Sabrina. 5'5" and a trim 110lbs, the redhead had her shoulder length hair tied back in a ponytail and tucked under a black baseball cap. She wore a simple white T-shirt with "banana republic" written across her firm breasts and a short pair of blue pants. In the two weeks she'd been away, Sabrina had acquired a deep rich tan of which Cathy was immediately jealous. Try as she could, every time she tried to get a tan like that the most she would wind up with was a nasty sunburn.

"Welcome back." Cathy said as she propped herself up on the pool's edge.

"Thanks." Sabrina smiled as she reached up and removed the dark round sunglasses she'd been wearing. "It was a lot a fun but it's nice to be back home."

"Well you picked a fine day to come over for a swim." Cathy said. "And before I say anything else, I hate you for that tan." she laughingly added.

"Remember, jealousy killed the cat!" Sabrina shot back.

"That was curiosity!" countered Cathy.

"Close enough." the younger woman chuckled.

"That out of the way, why don't you run inside and change." said Cathy. "The water feels great. I left the kitchen door open."

"I've already got my suit on." Sabrina noted as she took hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head.

Beneath the shirt Sabrina wore a rather skimpy white bikini top which barely contained her 36c mounds. It was immediately evident that her tan was an all over tan. Four kids and the 35 year old still had a body that most 25 year olds would die for. A good diet and three days a week in the gym will do that for you.

"Nice suit." Cathy noted.

"Just something I bought to take with me on the cruise." Sabrina remarked.

"I'm surprised something like that held up."

"I only said I brought it with me. I never said I wore it." the redhead smirked.

"So I noticed." came the reply.

The shorts followed and with a powerful leap, she drove into the deep end of the pool. After completing a full lap of the pool she glided up alongside Cathy.

"That felt good." she smiled.

"I told you." said her host. "Now tell me everything about your trip."

For the next half hour, Sabrina described cruising the Caribbean. The fun in the sun, the trips to the islands, the late night dancing and the food.

"Oh the food, it was so wonderful and there was so much of it." Sabrina said. "I must've put on ten pounds."

"Yeah, I'll bet." Cathy said in a tone laced with sarcasm.

"Speaking of food, what's for lunch." Sabrina asked. "I could eat a horse."

"One horse coming up." Cathy said as she lifted herself out of the water.

Sabrina followed and Cathy handed her a large bath towel. Wrapping the towels around themselves, they moved into the kitchen.

With the central air running, the house was a good 20 degrees cooler. After the swim, the cooler environment was like heaven. They finished drying off and piled the towels on a kitchen chair.

"Oh no, we're fresh out of horse." Cathy said in mock horror as she looked in the refrigerator. "I guess we'll have to settle for chicken salad."

"That's fine."

As they ate, Cathy continued to ask questions about the cruise. Sabrina didn't mind really, but after a while it became evident that she had something else on her mind.

"You mind if I ask a question for a change." Sabrina said as she finished describing the midnight dance on their last night aboard.

"Of course." Cathy said as she poured herself another glass of wine and took a sip.

"I'm curious." Sabrina said as she placed her own glass on the countertop. "Was Glen a good fuck?"

"What?!?!" Cathy gasped, almost choking on the wine she'd just drank.

"Glen, my son." Sabrina said in a serious tone. "The young man you screwed last month. I hope you haven't forgotten him already."

Cathy sat cold silent for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she said. "Sabrina, I don't know what to say? What you must think of me?"

"I have to confess that when I first found out I was furious." Sabrina answered. "Then after I thought about it a few days, I began to see it in a different light."

Not knowing where her friend was going with this, Cathy was afraid to interrupt.

"Glen's an adult and it's time I accepted that. Eventually, he was going to sleep with a woman. In fact I should be surprised it's taken this long. After all, he's turned into quite a handsome young man."

She paused for a breath and took another sip of wine.

"Of course I thought it would be someone like Beverly Friedman, not a woman older than his mother."

"Ouch, that hurt" Cathy thought.

"Then again, at least I don't have to worry that you're going to show up at the front door with a baby in your arms and looking for Glen." she paused a second then added. "I don't do I?"

"No." Cathy said quietly.

"That's good. Now where was I? Oh yes, eventually I began to look at it all as a positive thing. Glen seems to have a lot more confidence around women now, in fact he's got a girlfriend up at camp and they've even slept together already."

Another pause, another drink.

"I wonder if I'd feel the same way if I'd had a 17 year old daughter instead and you were a 41 year old man. Probably not. I realize that's somewhat hypocritical, but then so are so many things in life."

For the first time since Sabrina asked her bombshell question, Cathy let out a sigh of relief. It was looking like she could talk her way out of this. She'd admit it was a mistake and promise that nothing like that would ever happen again.

"Glen didn't tell me any of this by the way." Sabrina continued. "I know he promised he'd keep it a secret and I wouldn't want you to think he was a liar."

The redhead took a final long pull on her glass, emptying the contents. The moments passed as she let the older woman wonder how she found out about that lust filled June afternoon.

"Every since he was 12 and we got him his first computer, Glen's kept a journal on it." Sabrina finally began to explain. "He got the idea from that TV show about the kid doctor. Anyway, every single night he's made an entry. Every secret of his life goes into it. He even emails his daily entries from his laptop to the PC in his room. I guess he feels that way he won't be tempted to edit them later."

"And you read his diary?" Cathy asked.

"Yes, I know it's an invasion of privacy and all that." Sabrina said, "But if that's the price I pay for keeping my son out of trouble then I'll gladly pay it. That's how I know about his new love as well."

"You think he'd encrypt something like that, computer genius that he is." Cathy said, thinking after she finished that it sounded like she was making fun of him.

"Oh he does." his mother said. "But Glen is nothing if not a person of habit. He hasn't changed the password to those files since he was 13. Even back then, it only took me a few days to figure out the password was the dog's name."

"So can I assume that you're now all right with all this." Cathy said, holding her breath as she waited for an answer.

"Yeah, pretty much so." Sabrina smiled at last.

"Thank God!" Cathy said. "I'd really hate to loose your friendship. It really means a lot to me."

"I just wanted to have my say about it." Sabrina concluded. "Then we'll put it behind us."

"Great!" Cathy replied with relief as she took a large drink of wine, emptying her own glass.

"Now, Anne O' Donnell, that I really found interesting." Sabrina abruptly changed the subject as Cathy once more gagged on her drink.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Cathy mentally repeated to herself as she felt like she'd fallen from the proverbial frying pan into the fire.

"Don't worry." Sabrina said reassuringly. "I don't care if you wrote those stories. Who do you think I am, Dolores?"

The renewed image of what someone like Dolores could do with the knowledge of Cathy's authorship sent a shiver down her back.

"Actually, I thought most of them were pretty good." she went on. "I printed out hard copies of them all and took them on the cruise with me in a binder. I told Tom it was some work from the office that I wanted to catch up on while I got some sun. He thought it rather silly that I'd take something like that on vacation but since I only read it while he was playing cards or such, he really didn't mind. In fact, since I came to bed incredibly horny every night, he really didn't mind about anything."

Cathy couldn't help but notice the wicked smile on Sabrina's face.

"It took almost the whole two weeks to read the forty nine stories, I wondered where you ever found the time to do it all."

"Well I've been doing it for a couple of years now." Cathy offered in way of explanation.

"Really?" the younger woman went on. "I also recognized more than a few characters based on common acquaintances. It must have been fun putting then in such interesting situations?"

"Actually, yes it was."

"One thing I did find somewhat curious." Sabrina noted as she poured more yet wine for both of them. "How come there weren't any characters based on me? If nothing else, the fact that a great many of the women in your tales have red hair should've qualified me in that regard."

"I guess I couldn't think of you in that manner." came the explanation as Cathy drank some more wine as well.

"Really?" Sabrina said in surprise. "Could it be that you didn't want to write about me because it was too close to what you really wanted? Could it be that you wanted me for real and not just in an erotic fantasy."

Between the numerous glasses of wine and the topic of conversation, Cathy was beginning to feel somewhat uncomfortable. She really wasn't used to being on the defensive.

"Would you be shocked if I told you that you're not the only one who's had female lovers in her life?" Sabrina suddenly said.

Cathy's mouth opened wide in surprise. It was almost the last thing she would've ever expected Sabrina was to admit to. The only thing that would've shocked her more would've been an admission of incest.

"Based on all the writings of Anne O' Donnell that I read from Glen's computer, I'm sure I've nowhere near the experience that you've had. But all told, I've had three woman as lovers.

She paused and could see the unasked questions on Cathy's face. Sabrina knew she wanted to ask about her affairs but was torn between that urge and her desire not to push too deep. Sabrina was more than happy to tell more, thinking that she'd gone this far and saw no reason to stop now.

"The first was when I was 19, back while I still lived in England." she began. "It was a year after Glen was born and I was still going to the University. My boyfriend, Glen's father, had disappeared when I became pregnant. It was all I could do to keep it all together."

"You mean Tom isn't Glen's father?" asked the older woman.

"No, he's not." her friend answered. "And that's something no one in town knows - not even Glen. It was something Tom and I decided a long time ago."

"I've already forgotten it." Cathy said.

"Good. Like I said, it was real tough going back then. Sometimes when I take the life style I live now too much for granted, I think about those months of trying to get by on a twenty pounds sterling a week and it puts it all in perspective."

Cathy continued to listen, fascinated by the story as she opened a second bottle of wine and refilled their glasses.

"As you might've imagined, my parents were somewhat upset with my pregnancy. Still, even with the circumstances, they loved being grandparents. Mom was more than happy to take care of the baby while I continued school and worked at the cinema at night."

"That was were I met Amanda Nelson. She worked the concession stand with me. In spite of the 15 years between us, we became very good friends. Eventually, we became a lot more. I suppose in hindsight it would be easy to say that she seduced me, but the reality was that we were both recovering from recent losses and just found solace in each other's bed."

"Nine months later I met Thomas Drake. Despite the fact that he like Amanda was much older than me, we were married less than a year later. Six months after the wedding I found myself pregnant again and when the opportunity to relocate to his Corporation's American offices came up, we jumped at it. Both of us decided that a new clean start was just what we needed."

"Michael was the first American born Drake. When he turned one I went back to school and got my degree. It was also there that I had my second bisexual affair with another student. It wasn't anything serious, more recreation sex than anything else - just enough to deal with the stress of being wife, mother and student."

"The last time was right here in Cedar Grove." Sabrina said as she made a sweeping gesture with her wine glass. "I guess that was more or less right after you moved here. I can't tell you much about that one because, aside from it being the most brief, the woman involved still lives here in town. We were only together a few times and she decided after that she really wasn't comfortable with the idea. And before you ask, yes you do know her but that's all I'm going to say on that subject."

"Amazing!" Cathy thought as she was about to take another sip of wine then decided she'd had too much already. "There was so much I didn't know about my best friend. Then again, there was so much she didn't know about me either."

"I guess it's only fair that I share a few secrets as well." she replied. "That is unless you wouldn't be interested."

"Oh I'm sure I'd be very interested." Sabrina replied as she made herself a little more comfortable on the high stool next to Cathy and took another taste of wine. Unlike her older friend, she hadn't reached her limit.

Cathy thought about it all for a few moments and then started at the beginning, as good a place to start as any. She told her how she'd had her first experience with a woman. When she was 17, she'd gotten a summer job at a lingerie store in the local mall. Her boss, who was also the owner, was a rather attractive woman named Elizabeth whom Cathy suspected was a lesbian. One night after they'd completed the inventory of some new merchandise, they'd celebrated on some wine and cheese from one of the mall's upscale delicatessens. The conversation had drifted to sex and Cathy had confided that she had stronger feelings for women she knew that any of the guys she dated. Like in Sabrina's case, it would be too easy to say that Elizabeth had seduced her. After all, how could a teenage girl be the aggressor with a 39 year old woman. But true be told, Cathy had definitely been the dominant party that night and had begun an affair that lasted over a year.

Even before her fling with Liz had run it's course, Cathy had a few more lovers. They came in all sizes and shapes - diversity seemed to bring an added excitement to it all. The one thing that they all had in common was that they were all much older than she was. Girls her own age really didn't appeal to her at all. This pattern continued for a number of years. She still dated men as well and even had a few affairs with them. She couldn't complain about the sex because that was always fun regardless of her partner's gender. It was just that she couldn't find the same satisfaction in other aspects of a relationship with a man.

By the time she was 30, Cathy had all but given up attempting relationships with men and dated women exclusively. In fact by that point, it had been almost five years since she'd had sex with a man. She didn't view it as a defeat or anything like that, merely as an acceptance of how her life had progressed.

Then in late '88 she'd come home from the Club Med in Martinique with a new lover, Carol Donohue. A reporter for a New York Newspaper, they'd struck up a friendship and decided to spent some time together when they got home. Neither and any illusions that their relationship was based on anything but great sex,. But as long as they both were happy with that - that was enough.

They were making love in her bedroom the afternoon they got home when they were interrupted by Carol's younger brother. He had been checking on her apartment while she was away and thought she wasn't coming home until the weekend.

Jim had known his sister was a lesbian since he was 19 so he wasn't shocked on finding her in bed with another woman. As least he took it as well as any guy would when he walked in on his sister with her face buried between someone else's legs.

After apologies on both sides, Carol made them lunch. During table talk, they discovered that Cathy and Jim had a common passion for both history and science fiction. Out of that somewhat auspicious beginning developed a friendship that grew to love. A love that told Cathy that she'd found the soulmate she'd always craved and she wasn't about to loose him simply because he hadn't turned out to be the gender she'd expected.

Less than a year later they were married, their daughter was born thirteen months after that. Every day was a new adventure for them and as long as her somewhat extracurricular sexual activities were confined to women, Jim was able to accept them. She really couldn't explain to someone else as to how their marriage remained strong under those circumstances, it was enough to say that it did.

"And how did he feel about you and Glen?" Sabrina asked as she put down her glass and then pushed it away. "Or didn't you tell him about that."

"Yes, I told him." she answered. "I think the fact that I was with another man and tried to hide it would cause more damage than if I told him. I can't say he was overjoyed about it, but he said he understood the passions that drove me and would accept that it would never happen again."

"I knew that you'd led a rather interesting life, but not that fascinating." Sabrina remarked. "I almost feel jealous."

"Don't. There were more than a few major downsides as well. I just don't dwell on the negatives."

"So here we are." Sabrina said.

"So here we are." Cathy repeated. "And where do we go from here?"

Sabrina seemed to think about it for a few fleeting moments. Then she leaned across the short nineteen inches that separated their two chair and kissed her long time friend. Unlike the hundreds of kisses they'd exchanged over the many years of their friendship, this one was full of lust and passion.

The soft caress of Sabrina's lips against her own caught Cathy momentarily by surprise, but you'd have to stress the momentary aspect of her astonishment. By the time she felt the pressure of her friend's tongue between those lips, she was more than willing to open and admit it. Returning all the enthusiasm that her friend was putting into the kiss, Cathy was sorry to have it end and immediately returned the affectionate touch. As she did, she felt an equally gentle hand embrace her breast, lightly kneading them and squeezing her nipples. The dark haired woman placed her hand over Sabrina's and guided it to her heart.

"You were saying, were do we go from here?" Sabrina said in a soft whisper as their lips parted.

"Yes." Cathy answered in an equally low tone, her head swimming from the effect of both the kiss and the wine.

"Why don't we go up to your bedroom?" Sabrina suggested. "I'm sure we'll be much more comfortable there."

The beaming grin on Cathy's face showed that she thought that was a very delightful suggestion indeed.

Like two children who'd suddenly given the keys to a candy store, the women raced through the house and up the spiral staircase. Cathy won the mini-race and as a reward Sabrina reached up and around from behind and took hold of her breasts. She slip her nimble fingers under the thin material of the older woman's bikini top, playing those skillful digits across her already hardened nipples. Cathy spun around in her arms and kissed her fiercely. Both woman quickly undid each other's tops and both garments dropped to the floor.

Continuing to exchange kisses, they rubbed their breasts against each other, generating a friction heat that they knew was only the beginning.

"Mmm, that feels nice." Sabrina purred as Cathy rubbed her smaller mounds against the taller woman's tanned globes, making nipple to nipple contact.

"How'd you like to start with a massage?" Cathy asked.

"I thought this was a massage." Sabrina grinned.

"It gets better." Cathy answered. "Why don't you lay down on the bed."

With a silent smile, Sabrina complied with the request and stretched out on the soft top sheet.

Her naked breasts pressed into the bed, Sabrina began to reach down and pull off her panties.

"No, I'll do that." Cathy said as she reached down and stop her tanned hands.

Joining her friend on the mattress, Cathy straddled her and began to rub her neck. As her fingers worked, she leaned over and began to kiss her way down her back. She started at her neck and slowly transversed the warm flesh with both her fingers and lips, whispering terms of endearment as she went.

As she moved, her hand drifted alongside Sabrina's breasts and traced a fine line down them with her nails. When she reached the top edge of Sabrina's bikini briefs, she took hold of the waistband with her teeth and pulled them down, exposing the plump tanned cheeks of Sabrina's ass. The woman beneath her lifted herself a few inches off the surface of the bed to allow Cathy to draw the briefs down and off her legs.

"This is a surprise." Cathy chuckled as she look down and spotted a teddy bear tattoo on the fatty part of Sabrina's left cheek. On impulse she kissed it.

A new series of kisses followed as Cathy covered both cheeks. Her tongue left a shiny trail that began just at the crack between her valley and went down and across to the hairy red mound on the other end.

Stretching out her fingers against those mounds, she exposed Sabrina's sex and pressed her tongue deep within her.

"Ooooo" Sabrina moaned as she again lifted herself to give greater access.

With all the skill she'd gained over the last twenty-four years, Cathy played her new lover's pussy like a musical instrument. Each motion of her slippery tongue sent little charges of electricity through her friend. She savored the taste that coated her tongue, a delight she wouldn't have ever dared hoped for, even in her dreams.

As much as she wanted this to go on forever, she knew there were still many pleasures she wanted to share with her new love.

She spun Sabrina over and turned her own body around so that the tanned woman would have access to her own cunt. She easily slid the remains of her own bathing suit to the floor and once more climbed on top.

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Priorities ....

A hundred years from now....

It won't matter how much money I had....

What kind of house I lived in ....

Or what kind of car I drove...

What will matter is that the world might be a better place...

Because I was important in the life of a child.

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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story.

Crossing The Line

Part Four

Sabrina stared in fascination at the sight of her friend's naked cunt only a few inches from her mouth. She hadn't seen a naked pussy since she was in junior high school, and even then it had been a distant look in the girl's showers. Her son's description of it in his journal didn't do it justice. It was beautiful. The scent of Cathy's sex was almost overpowering, and to her delight she learned with her first lick that the taste was all she hoped it would be. Cathy lowered her pelvis, so that Sabrina could have easier access to her wet cunt. She gave Sabrina free reign, allowing her to set the pace of her actions.

Slowly at first, Sabrina licked her lover, exploring her womanhood, savoring her taste. Then she began to quicken the pace until she reached a rhythm that sent little ripples throughout Cathy's body. As they slowly built in intensity, Cathy knew they would eventually lead to orgasm.

Satisfied that Sabrina was comfortable and well on her way, Cathy turned her attentions back to the now saturated mound before her own mouth. Parting Sabrina's lips, she quickly went to work and expertly matched Sabrina's rhythm. Their bodies were in sync as they heaved and sweated in a building passion.

The rising waves of ecstasy filling her body told Cathy that Sabrina was defiantly a diamond in the raw. What would she be like with some more practice. As she felt herself cresting, the 41 year pressed her naked cunt down against Sabrina's face, while simultaneously driving her own tongue as deep inside Sabrina as it would go. Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, and as powerful as any Cathy had experienced.

They laid there wrapped in each others embrace, gathering their energies for a few minutes. Both knew the best was yet to come.

"Know what turned me on the most in your stories?" Sabrina said as she stroked her lover's breasts. "The way some of the women in your stories used toys. You know, dildo's and such. Do you have things like that?"

Cathy smiled and leaned over the side of the bed. From the bottom draw of the night table, the dark haired woman withdrew a bright red string bag. She undid the laces and dumped the contents on the bed.

"Take your pick?" she laughed.

"Oh my." Sabrina said as she looked at the collection spread out in front of her.

There were assorted vibrators, as well as a variety of dildo's - both stand alone and strap ons. Also in evidence were a few light bondage items such as cloth restraints and a blindfold.

Cathy had to conceal a laugh as Sabrina picked up each item and examined it. It was obvious that it was the first time she had actually seen some of these items. Finally she picked up a strap on in each hand and held them up. One was a small thin model, the other long and thick.

"I guess one size doesn't fit all." she giggled.

"Well actually, that one's an anal model." Cathy said, indicating the smaller version.

"Yuck!" Sabrina grimaced as she dropped it back on the bed. "I could never get into that."

"As a matter of fact, that one belongs to Jim." Cathy added.

"Jim?" Sabrina repeated. "Why would Jim need a .....?

Then it hit her. The dildo wasn't for Jim to use on Cathy...it was for her to use on him. She picked it up and examined it again. Looking back at her friend, Sabrina mentally pictured her wearing the strap on and fucking her husband. Surprisingly, she found the image highly erotic.

"Can we try this one?" she asked, indicating the larger one.

"Of course we can." Cathy replied. "Do you want to wear it or should I?

"Could you wear it?" Sabrina asked, a sense of hunger evident in her voice.

The tone of her voice was a familiar one to Cathy, but one which she would never have previously associated with her friend. It was the voice of a submissive. Cathy had know enough female submissives in her life to recognize it instantly.

Thinking about it later, the sudden revelation would seem like less of a surprise. It wasn't that uncommon for people who had to be so responsible and in control all the time liked to be the total opposite sexually.

Falling right into what was a familiar role, Cathy held the dildo against her pussy and began to simulate a male masturbation motion. She shook the rubber cock a few time to get Sabrina's attention, not that it wasn't glued to the artificial prick.

"Why don't you come over and give "big boy" here a little suck." she said. "Get him nice and hard!"

Sabrina crawled across the bed and took Cathy's "cock" into her mouth. Slowly she slid it deep inside her mouth, covering it with saliva. Running her tongue up and down the length, she began to act as if it were real. With all the skill she exhibited on the false phallus, Cathy would've been begging for more had it been real.

"You're a real cock-sucker, aren't you?" Cathy laughed as she got turned on even more watching Sabrina swallow the full length of her "cock" once again.

With a slight reluctance, she took hold of the dildo and pulled it from the redhead's eager mouth. Slipping her legs through the straps, she began to pull them tight.

"Baby, get ready for the fucking of your life!" Cathy said as the last strap tightened as far as it would go and the dildo sat flush against her pussy, giving her the appearance of a first class hard on.

Looking over her shoulder to watch Cathy adjust the straps of the rubber phallic, Sabrina assumed a doggy position across the bed. Cathy was right in guessing that deep inside, she'd always had a secret submissive streak. Always having to be in control all the time was no fun. For once she'd like to just let go.

From a blue tube that was in the bag, Cathy smeared a large amount of clear lubricant over the cockhead of her dildo. Then she pushed her slippery fingers down between Sabrina's legs and up into her already lubricated pussy. She pushed all five fingers in, stretching the opening.

"Oooo" moaned Sabrina as she felt the initial intrusion.

Cathy pressed her naked body up against the back of Sabrina's own. She lifted her hanging cock and positioned the head against the now saturated tunnel.

"Spread those beautiful legs, honey." Cathy whispered into Sabrina's ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're going to love this." she added with a kiss.

With that she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up and down the length of Sabrina's pussy before taking a firm grip and pushing it within her.

"Aaaaa!" Sabrina yelled as she felt herself being penetrated .

"Relax." Cathy said as she eased the dildo out a little, before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first attempt.

Cathy reach around and rubbed her fingers against Sabrina's clit. Doggy style was her favorite position, it gave her such a feeling of superiority. Her frantic motions against the small nub at the top of Sabrina's cunt helped distract her from the pain as Cathy began to thrust deeper within her with an ever increased frequency.

Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing pleasure. Even through the artificial cock, Cathy could feel the walls of Sabrina's cunt grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside her one more time.

"You love this, don't you?" Cathy asked between thrusts as she grabbed both of the taller woman's hips and pulled her ass hard against her.

"Oh yes," Sabrina panted as she began to match Cathy's rhythm and draw the dildo deeper inside her.

Cathy slid her hands up and down Sabrina's body as she continued to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight against her breasts as she used then to pull Sabrina against her time after time. Cathy always got off fucking other women in this way, she loved to be in control.

An added dimension to Sabrina's enjoyment was the thought that it was right here on this same bed a few weeks ago that her son had fucked a woman for the very first time. Not just any woman, but the lust filled bitch that was fucking her with abandon.

Cathy pushed Sabrina's head and shoulders down across the oversized pillows, giving her greater access to the depths of her pussy. The constant rubbing against her own love button was sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot sweat covered each of their bodies as both shook with the energy and passion of unrestricted sex.

Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Cathy grabbed Sabrina's long hair and pulled her head back. With a fierce fire in her dark eyes, Cathy pressed her lips hard against the helpless woman beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they intertwined was enough to push her to within an inch of the abyss.

"Deeper." Sabrina gasped as Cathy's tongue slid out of her mouth.

Try as she could, it would've been physically impossible for Cathy to get any more inside Sabrina. At least in the position they were in.

"On the floor!" Cathy commanded as she pulled the dildo all the way out. "On your back!"

Not even giving Sabrina time to comply, the younger woman pushed her onto her back. She followed her a moment later and rammed the large rubber cock between her outstretched legs.

Sabrina screamed in ecstasy as Cathy drove the dildo it's full length within her. Cathy's smaller mounds pressed hard against Sabrina's globes, causing an electric tingling as their nipples touched.

Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover, Cathy's body quaked in anticipation of the explosion she knew was imminent. Beneath her, Sabrina was lost in a similar state.

Continuing to pump away with all of her strength, Cathy was taken by surprise when Sabrina reached up with her legs and wrapped them around her buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to an even greater depth. Her arms also wrapped around her, binding them together in an unbreakable lock.

"Fuck me!" Sabrina screamed at the top of her lungs. A cry so loud that for a moment Cathy wondered it she could be heard out on the street.

One final thrust was enough to unleash the explosion that had been building within the two of them. Both bodies jerked violently as they were consumed by the bodyquake that ripped through each of them.

Sabrina drove her nails deep into Cathy's back as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Cathy continued to plummet the captive pussy that was pressed so tightly against her own. Until she too was gripped by that same loss of control.

Their journey through the endless ether of sexual bliss was both instantaneous and timeless. Fireworks filled the sky and rivers of joy caressed their quivering forms. Soft, quiet moans filled the air as hearts raced uncontrolled.

As has been written many times, all good things must end and eventually the fire that had claimed both women cooled and their sweat drenched bodies began to untangle from each other. Sabrina was still aware of the massive cock-toy still filling ever inch of her cavity. The feeling was so unlike that she had after a violent love session with a man. Usually she was faced with a small feeling of disappointment as she felt his cock soften and slip from her. Instead it was now a constant reminder of the joy she had just experienced.

Cathy was simply too exhausted to even pull her strap on from within Sabrina. Instead she simply stoked her now cool skin and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The fires of aggression had cooled within her, and now all she wanted to do was rest.

"Oh God, that was so fantastic!'' Sabrina said as she sat up and leaned against Cathy's sweaty naked form. "I can't believe how much fun that was."

"I thought you'd like it." Cathy said as she ran her finger along the length of her toycock and then brought the now wet digit up to her mouth.

"Mmmm, finger licking good." she quipped.

"I wish we'd done this years ago." Sabrina sighed as she rested her head on Cathy's shoulder.

"No sense regretting yesterday." Cathy said. "Not when every tomorrow is a new adventure."

"You know, you never answered my question?" Sabrina said as she kissed Cathy's cheek.

"What was that?" Cathy asked.

"Was Glen a good fuck?"

Cathy thought about it for a long moment as she ran her fingers across Sabrina's breasts. Then she tilted her head close to her lover's and whispered.

"Yes he was, but not as good a fuck as his mother."

Dropping her head back and closing her eyes, Cathy promised herself that unlike that afternoon with Glen, this performance was definitely going to be repeated.

THE END

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Priorities ....

A hundred years from now....

It won't matter how much money I had....

What kind of house I lived in ....

Or what kind of car I drove...

What will matter is that the world might be a better place...

Because I was important in the life of a child.

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