When he got home, Matt parked the pickup in the garage and went into the house. His parents were sitting in the living room, watching a videotaped movie. He stuck his head into the living room and said, "I'm back." He kept his body hidden so his parents couldn't see that he was still sporting a raging hard-on. His mother and father, engrossed in the movie they were watching, nodded acknowledgment of their son's greeting without turning around and he continued on up to his room.
Matt stripped off his clothes and slid into bed, his body raging with passions awakened during his visit with Mrs. Forrester. God, she was beautiful! He couldn't stop remembering the way her body moved under her robe, especially her breasts. He laid in his bed, trying to imagine what she looked like nude, and his already-stiff rod swelled even more. He gripped it in his hand and began stroking it.
Images of Mary Forrester's face and body flashed through the young man's mind as he lay in his bed, hand moving up and down his engorged shaft. For some reason, an image of Dianna Hillman flashed in his mind, too. Back and forth the images flickered, he visualized first one lovely female, then the other. The horny young man found what his mind was doing confusing, yet incredibly arousing.
Did he want to make love with Dianna, too? Matt didn't know. Actually, all he wanted was to make love with a woman, any woman who would have him, it didn't matter what woman, just so she was willing.
