“Uh…how Mom?’ he asked“Well, I’ll…get into a bathing suit and I’ll meet you in the stall in my bedroom. It’s a little bigger than the ...ne in the hall.” I explained.We each went into our rooms and shut the door. I looked at each of my bathing suits, which I haven’t worn in some time and decided on a different solution. I grabbed an old bra and a pair of cotton whites, the kind my k**s refer to as “old lady underwear”.I glanced in the mirror at myself and wasn’t too disappointed at what I saw.. “Take your pants off.” You gladly pushed them down and was going for your boxers but I stopped you. “Not yet. All in good time.” I pushed you back to lay completely on the bed. Climbing on top of you as we kissed, you groaned as my pussy rubbed against your cock trying so hard to escape the trap that it is in. Your hands moved up to my thighs, rubbing them ever so softly it gave me goose bumps. Your hands slowly moved up to my ass as you ran your finger along my thong line. You pulled my hips. "My hand was rubbing the front of my panties as I was following her cocksucking instructions, and it was certainly taking me to an orgasmicheight that I could no longer see myself being able to get arousedwithout the thought of my lips wrapped around a cock.Irene and I sat down on a bench, I was finding trouble speaking, what shehad said after the kiss sent me for a loop, I couldn't tell if she hadseen through my soul or not, that's when she placed her hand on my knee,and told me to relax. She. ”Reg had calmed down sufficiently to be able to read the story again with a more level mind.“Ah!” he smiled to himself.The manager enquired, “What is it, sir? If I may ask?”This story slanders our company, Recovery Enterprise Group. I will get our QC to issue a writ to that effect, as soon as possible.”“A writ, sir?”“Yes. The press seem to think they can get away with defaming people currently prominent, but they overstepped themselves this time. They don’t realise I don’t fit their stereotype.