Terry watched open mouthed. It was obvious he had never seen a womanlike my mother."Come" I said breaking the spell. "She will come down in a minute"....erry followed me like a sheep. The living room had a large, L-shapeddark brown, leather couch with a 42 inch LCD TV on the wall. A square,dark wooden table in the center and thick brown carpet added to thegarishness of the room.I took off my shoes and fell back on the couch. Terry sat down facingme. I knew he couldn't relax. He wanted to see my. You’re doing a good job on it.”Bob stood up and faced John. He said, “Thank you, Sir.”John looked puzzled at the use of the word sir. He had never insisted on the use of formalities like that. He thought about the relationship that he understood existed between Bob and Ling. Perhaps he could help him make the evening nice for Ling. He frowned and asked, “Can I ask you something?”Bob nodded and answered, “Sure, is there something that you would like me to do?”“Nothing like that,” replied John.. I had almost an hour. An hour of anticipation and torment and second guessing. Great. Sitting up, I let my eyes focus on the dresser mirror and the image reflected in it, blushing at my state of undress. I was naked from the waist down, my jeans somewhere on the bedroom floor.“You should see what you do to me,” I mused, smiling at myself as inspiration hit. Reaching for my phone, I arranged the pillows and lay back against them, spreading my legs, knees bent, and took a picture of my pussy – of. ‘Strange seeing you here tonight. This is not your usual night. What brings you to my neck of the woods?’ ‘Just thought I would stop by and enjoy the music,’ Emily said. She took a long sip of the ice cold beverage. ‘How is the writing going?’ ‘ I’m actually thinking of quitting,’ Emily said. ‘Why? You are a really good writer. Why would you even consider giving it up?’ ‘I am glad that you think I am talented but let’s just say that some people do not hold my writing in such high esteem.’ ‘.