If you want to go to bed early, I don’t mind.” Diane kisses her daughter good night before she left the function room with me. As we went up the s...airs, Diane could see my penis sticking firm under my trousers. I rubbed my hand on Diane’s smooth and rounded buttocks, but she took my hand and kissed it. “My daughter is lucky to marry you, but I’m lucky to have you, Terry.”As we entered Diane’s hotel room, it was a looked tidy with a double bed but the room was boiling warm from the weather and. Ms Erickson laughed. "But who can blame the poor little sissy fool," shesaid, leaning forward and deliberately placing a hand on one of MrsParsons" elegant, black nylon sheathed knees.There was a moment of heightened tension that held the key to the futureof the relationship between these two women. Either Mrs Parsons wouldremove the provocatively placed hand or she would accept it as a gestureof intensification, a gesture of intent accepted and understood. PoorFrilly watched with astonished. He and I had grown up together. We'd been best friends for life. As far as I knew I had never done anything bad to him even accidentally. I wondered what would make him even think of going along with killing me, let alone him being the one to actually do it.I guess deep down inside I wanted to believe that our friendship meant something to him. I still didn't believe that he could go through with it. We were as close as brothers so I had serious doubts that he'd actually be able to look me in. He seemed like a fat assed troll and probable figured at least she’d be a little eye candy for the office. It was an office job so she had to dress professionally, which meant skirts and nice blouses or sweaters. Mom definitely had a hot body for this look. I enjoyed seeing her ass in tight skirts and sweaters that showed off her beautiful breasts. Her getting a job was a curse and blessing. The curse was mom was now in social environment and that brought her to the attention of other.