’ ‘What’s in the briefcase?’ ‘Oh, just some papers and some money. Nothing very important.’ ‘Can I ask how much money or would that be i... bad taste?’ ‘Seeing as how you have a vested interest in my welfare, I guess that’s a fair question. $75,000.’ ‘Chris! You can’t be serious! My God, that’s more money than I’ve ever seen at one time! Are you kidding me?’ ‘No. Want to see? Here, have a look. You can even touch it if you want but leave it in there for now.’ Chris unzipped the briefcase on the. "I'd offer mine," she said, "but you'll want to change into clean clothes. Lunch'll be ready at one."I slipped next door, showered thoroughly and dressed carefully. Mum knew where I was going – I told her I was being fed in thanks for my efforts.She was a great cook. She told me it was chicken paprikash; all I know was it was delicious. Fortunately she appeared happy that I had a second helping. Dessert was cheesecake – a favourite of mine; I wondered if she'd asked mum about my likes and. Her bra did not cover her nipples but instead pushed her tits up from the bottom and out slightly, making it very obvious- could even see the darker color of the areolas. Wow! Me and some friends think. A woman who celebrates her femininity and sexuality and is not afraid to proudly display it. She sent the message clear and strong.She had us write an essay on our first sexual experiences. Then we all had to write the typical masturbation essay, our views, our likes and dislikes, our own. An urgent matter came up and he needed to talk to mom. I yelled for mother to attend the phone, but didn’t get a response. I went to her bedroom and found her snoring away. I tried to get her up, it was no use. Nothing short of a nuclear explosion was going to wake her. I hung-up the phone after telling my mom’s partner that she was out of it until the morning. A chill went down my spine. My fevered mind when into overdrive. What else can I do to her without waking her up? It was a hard week.