Cottrell’s trailer, I started to remove her costume as she began to remove her makeup and of course, I shot a glance (or three!) at the curvy body t...at I had fantasized over for so long. Thank you CJ! Not wanting to seem overly enamored with Ms. Cattrall as a ‘star’ I had kept a low profile, however, I did allow myself to let slip in private conversation when no one else was around about my background in psychology, and my old college interest in pursuing a degree in sexual therapy. This didn’t. I no longer felt the cold. There was plenty of heat radiating between our bodies. I pushed my pants down and out of them as Mum pulled her nighty up over her head and let it fall behind her on to the floor. She reached for my hard cock and began stroking me again as I ran my hand down, over her course thick bush of pubic hair, and found her wet slit."I love you, darling." She said, as she kissed her way down my smooth chest."I love you to, Mum." I said."No Mark, I told you I'm Helen. But with his short cropped salt-and-pepper hair, his broad shoulders and tall, lean form, she would know him anywhere. Staff sergeant Michael O’Malley. She had seen his face in dozens of photographs that Tommy sent and emailed from Iraq. She could not even begin to count the number of times she read or heard, ‘Sergeant Mike says this or did that.’ She felt that she knew this man even though she never expected to meet him personally. It was his email that arrived a couple of days after that. "Everythingwill be OK, I promise." he said. Then he shoved her out into the roomtoward her mother with a slap on her butt. "Now, get moving. I'll see youFriday night."She turned around to ask him what that meant and then heard her mother'sstrident voice "KATHLEEN! We have to GO. Come ON!" The last she saw ofUncle Bob was his big smile just before he blew her a kiss.Chapter 2The ride home was... interesting. Her mother didn't say a word aboutanything that had happened that day... not about.