40 widow female I finally filled a fantasy this past week. It’s been going on about a year now. I’ve been waiting on Roger to turn 18. My son’s best friend. That’s right I haven’t had any sausage in two years. He said yes. We spend the night at the super 8 motel. I wasn’t really prepared for a second event. He glazed my sausage bun twice. Had I kissed his sausage? Oh yes. He even glazed my throat with his special sauce. Next morning while we were still in bed. He asked about hooking up again. I replied sure. He told me it was fun not hearing you better pull out. I giggled told him don’t worry that part of my bun has been fixed.