But I was vigilant, too, always careful to keep from falling into the wrong situation. For one thing, when I came home from work, I was careful to always keep my skirt on and I kept my feet well away from Jacob's lap. I knew he noticed the change, but he was a gentleman and never said anything about it. But every night I ended up lying in bed thinking of that one, insane night. I thought of that young man I loved so much and the magnificent c**k I knew I could never have. When I got to my bedroom every night I wasted no time in getting out one of my toys and pleasing my wet p***y to the vivid memory of my son's powerful, c*m-spurting c**k. I would c*m hard, but never as hard as I did that night.
I could hear Jacob m**********g in his own room night after night while I was m**********g in
