It’s like she can make me black out the moment I lay eyes on them. The very next thing I remembered was us walking back to her apartment. Her hand i... mine, I felt groggy, like I had been drinking. My face felt wet and stained. The undeniable scent of pussy was all around my nose. My hair was a mess, and some of it was stuck to my forehead. My balance wasn’t 100% but she didn’t seem concerned as we walked at our normal pace. In fact, I could see that smile on her face. The smile that tells me. “What are you playing at? No, you know what, let’s play, you say I can tell you to do anything? Tell me what’s going on. What happened with you and your friends?”With all the crying I’d been doing these days you’d think I’d be able to call it up on command, but I couldn’t. I made the saddest face I could and tried to inflect my voice with tears as I began my confession. “They don’t understand. They think I’m a whore.”“What? Why?”I looked down and hid my face, “Because I have feelings ... for a. I shook my head trying to say, `oh, nothing mam` and then I was comfortable with my food and drink, as I was having my meal she came to my table saying softly `excuse me`, you looking for someone within me? she asked, promptly “no” was out from my mouth. Then ? she asked. I said I just felt good watching you so I was looking at you. She started laughing saying “What ?” at the same time I was nervous because I know I had said the wrong sentence. Thank god it wasn’t that wrong because she. Thank God I have my coveralls on because she was dressed to kill. She had on a pair of black Capri pants and a very low cut red shirt. It wasn’t unusual for Matthew’s mom to show some cleavage, but I had never seen her in such a low cut top. She looked awesome.As she walked toward me, the jiggle of her chest shouted that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Hi Chris I'm not bothering you am I?" She smiled up at me sweetly.Swallowing hard, I shook my head and wiped my hands on a shop towel, "of course.