. figuring I'd need to."Just wanted to thank you." For what?" For the towel trick you pulled on Jack," I told her. She got my meaning, ever since he'd...left, I had refused to call him dad. And then I told her ... the rest of the story.I had tried very hard to dissuade her from coming home, but she wouldn't have it. She was already on her way. Now worried and concerned for her "baby" as she'd called me, which I think to her, I always would be ... no matter how old I got. In a way ... it was. " Very well. I shall not stand in your way, but I will not recommend his conscription either."I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Mom."She patted my cheek and grinned. "Cheeky child. I'm old enough to be your grandmother." Not where I'm from, unless you and Avernus have more in common than I'd expect. Not even here – Rhys isn't that much older than me, I'd think, unless my math has issues. Will you ever tell me actually how old you are, anyway?" No." She didn't hesitate, and her tone. Hands shaking a little I typed back. “Always wet when you’re around!” I could feel the juices starting to run inside me and my clit was tingling as I thought about what his reaction might be. The thought of him becoming hard as he thought about me getting wet was making me squirm in my chair. I reached up inside my top and stroked my already erect nipples through my pale pink lace bra. I love the sensation of the slightly rough lace against my aroused nipples. Ping ! Another email. “Now I. Next to "Give chocolates" was "Blowjobs from Allison", which also found itself in the meeting minutes and it spiraled out of control from there as the site manager approved the idea and Allison's own manager approved her time off from her current tasks.This dumb joke wouldn't die and was ruining her entire reputation. People were thanking her for her initiative in the hallways, and looked at her with creepy smiles. Were they seriously expecting this to happen? What a bunch of sad old perverts,.