"Empathics still have to guess what feelings mean," I said."So what's your guess, David?" she asked."I would guess it has something to do with me bein... Positive," I answered."Not everything has to do with your power," she said. "This is a relationship thing." I don't understand," I replied."I don't need to be empathic to know you aren't telling me something, David," she said.I tapped the table with two fingers. She cringed, along with everyone in the area. I reined in my emotions as my watchers. I was gasping for air like a fish out of water. Mom fell forward and smothered me with her big tits. I caught a whiff of lilac as I stuffed a nipple in my mouth. I clamped my hands on her soft, cool ass and tried to keep it in motion. Fucking felt so good that I didn't want to stop. I managed to thrust up into her for another ten minutes, long enough to give her another orgasm. When my cock slipped out of her she rolled off to the side and called for my father. "Walter, come and get your sloppy. She glanced over, gave me a slight smile and picked up her drink and took a sip. I watched for a moment, and wondered what her game was, how was I supposed to break the ice if she barely acknowledged me. I noticed she kept glancing back over towards me, with that same mona lisa smile. Finally she got up, and approached me."You know if a lady accepts your drink, it's polite to follow up so she can thank you for it. Hi I'm Ann." She smiled holding her hand out."Ah..." Caught off guard by her. She looked so casual in her peasant dress and flat shoes, yet she had a sexiness that was indescribable. The phrase natural beauty may have been coined to describe her. After the introductions ended, Cheryl went off to talk to some friends. I continued to converse with some of the industry people while Joe went off and did his thing. I was mostly talking shop and discussing how I could further promote some of my material. It is amazing how willing to talk to you some of these music executives.