I looked up at mom and realised that she had a huge wet stain on the front of her t-shirt which made her tits and nipples stick out even more. I was t...ansfixed and mom noticed me staring. She touched the wet spot and played with it in between her fingers. There was something sexy about that moment which made my already semi-erect dick jump a bit more. Mom tasted the sticky substance and realised it was sweet. With the basket on my laps, she rummaged around inside to see what had leaked. Her. Try as I might I could notcoax him out. Wondering what it could have been that had frightened himso much, I wandered out into the back yard.The house I rented backed onto the Old Cemetery - after which the roadwas named. It had closed years ago and was an overgrown jungle ofbriars, scrub and weeds. That was why Simba normally liked it so much;it was the perfect place for hunting prey and for having his way withthe female cats in the neighbourhood! At one time the cemetery had hadits own. It was adequate when it was just him, but when Claire stayed over the hot water always ended up running out - meaning one of them usually had to make do with a cold shower. The length of time that his daughter had been in the shower should have meant that all that was coming out by now was freezing cold water.He felt like kicking himself - had he forgotten so quickly what it was like to live with someone under the influence of the spores? He’d had to give his colleagues step by step orders to. “Frances? A call for Reg. He’s indisposed, so I said you would deal with it.” Her face and eyes said ‘Please do!’ Frances took the phone and answered, “Frances Robertson. How can I help you?”She listened, then said, “Really? And who are you, exactly?”She got that answer – Fiona Prentiss – then declared, “Such a decision would require input from all of us, not just Reg. Give me your number, and a professor I can speak to as a reference, and we’ll get back to you ... Hmm ... got that ... uhuh ....