They quickly dried off, dressed and then ran downstairs. When I finally got downstairs they were playing xbox like nothing had happened.“What the he...l have I done?” I asked myself. Smiling. “I’m being blackmailed by my twelve year old son. And I had an orgasm.”I cooked dinner and dished up once Mark was home. As usual as soon as we finished dinner Mark flopped down in his armchair and the boys went back to the xbox for an hour before bedtime. As usual I gave them five minutes to settle down. Parking deck. You?" she said."Same, fifth floor." I can drive you to your car if you like," Sasha offered."Sure, thanks," Spencer said warmly.They held each other while they rode the elevator to the second floor where the crosswalk adjoined to the main building. They walked out to the parking deck holding hands. Once on the ramp, Sasha pointed out her forest green late model Mazda with silver trim. Spencer gave a small whistle impressed. Before they got close to her car, they heard voices. I stared into her eyes seeing them mirror my own desire.She wriggled her toes against my sodden thong and whispered: “Let’s get a cab, my place is nearest.” ooOOoo The cab ride was a blur, I remember feeling Isabelle’s hand on my thigh as her lips locked with mine, just before the cab clipped a curb our driver seemingly distracted for a moment.Then we were at her apartment building. She pushed several notes into the smiling cabbie’s hand before grabbing my arm and pulling me into the. ” he said sincerely with his head pressed against my chest. “I missed you too.” I responded. “Especially your bum.”He chuckled and turning away and gave me a carefree wiggle of his bottom. I couldn’t help my self. I knelt down and grabbed him by his belt and caressed his sweet cheeks.“Undo your jeans.” I ordered. He didn’t argue. When they were crumpled around his ankles I dragged his tight briefs down to join them. His pretty, girly, smooth little bum was just the thing to cheer a chap up. I.