IB.......yes there is a reason for the name

Alright so I have to say IB lived in the same complex that I live in and at the time my son (his friend) still lived with me......did I feel guilt ?? NO!! Did I feel weird about him being my son's friend.....maybe a little but the thought of getting young hot pony that was more interesting. Beside my son and I had a deal he don't say anything about who I hook up with as long as its not my ex (his dad) and I could work with that.

So I'm at IB place....we were talking and watchin the fire in the fireplace and seemed like he was a little unsure where to start things, so I decide ok I can be the "Mrs Robinson" and start things because it already was 4am and I wanted to get some sleep that night. I climbed into his lap straddling his legs and things got going......the kissing....which I should have took a clue there already because he didn't kiss worth a damn......the touchy feely thing and men are just too fasinated with boobs...don't get me wrong love the boobs touched, kissed, licked, sucked but there again I should have took a clue because he didn't do anything for me in the boobage either. Ok so thing progressed from there and we ended up on the floor....have to give him credit he tried to rock my world with his tongue but again I should have took a clue....it just wasn't happening....I should have left then, save me and him the omg factor.