" I was squirming, biting my finger and squeezing my thighs together."Well... I figured if you're running low on clothes too, you could keep me compan..., you know? Err... if not then let's get together soon huh?" An hour from now?" I asked, stalling just to give me a moment to think."Yeah, you know where it is don't you?" Isn't it near that Chinese place?" That's it!" Okay, I'll see you there."I'd washed my things earlier that morning, but I stuffed clean clothes into my laundry bag. I can't. Don't even think it. You are a wonderful mother, an amazing woman." But what I did was wrong," she wept. "So wrong- a mother should never do those things with her son..." She trailed off, no longer sobbing. But I could feel the wetness where her tears pooled on my chest, the heat of her breath as she strained for air. I relaxed my grasp, slipped my index finger beneath her proud, rounded chin, and lifted her eyes to mine once more.She blinked, eyes still watering, as I ram my thumb down her. The new men can handle the night shift." Shore, Eddy, that sounds great! I'll see you tomorrow mornin'."The next afternoon at about 6:40, when the whole crew was in the office, Wang Fu came in and knocked on the door. "May I speak to all of you, Marshall?" Certainly, Mr. Wang. I'll round everybody up. You have a seat an' I'll be right back."Eddy and his five deputies came into the office, all bringing something to sit on. Eddy sat down at his desk and said, "We're all here, Mr. Wang. What kin. Even without her glasses Layla could see the details of Marianne's crotch and that contrast between the darkness, the near ebony blackness, of her skin against the slightly golden, slightly brassy, brown of Marianne's equally firm young flesh.She could hear, and almost feel, the sound of Marianne's pleasure. That gasp she loved, rising up and up from inside the very depths of her, sometimes exploding in a suppressed and delightful squeak and sometimes a more full-throated bestial cry. Oh! She.