I didn't how to think about this, other than it was alittle awkward. I helped with the dishes, feeling a bit over dressed, butthe apron protected my p...etty dress. I borrowed a pair of Carol's flats tomake it easier to walk around in the kitchen. She asked if Jack didn'ttell me I was eating dinner at her house, but I explained I didn't hearwhere he was taking me. Anyways, after dinner Jack and I walked out to theyard and sat on a bench away from the house for a little chat."So what did you two. At that moment Bobbie was gone, as far as I was concerned. No matter what happened later, we were done. When Bobbie and the guy danced, his hands were never someplace they shouldn't be and they weren't making out on the dance floor or at the table. There were a few hugs and a few light kisses but nothing really bad. None of what she was doing would pass the fiancée approval test you understand, but it wasn't that bad. It wasn't that she was doing anything slutty or anything; it was that Bobbie. Robbie's mouth was wordlessly communicating what boon he wanted. What could be more of a mothering thing than suckling her young, even if he was over sixteen. My heart seemed to pour pure love straight from my beating organ through my nipple to Robbie's lips. I wanted to nurture this sweet physical closeness, like when my boy was a baby. But the growing hunk of manhood between us sort of skewed (or skewered) the image.For his erection was once more rising and that meant his latching on to. Then the next one, and the next one, then the next one. With trembling hands she reached the final button and slowly unbuttoned it. She then pulled the blouse from my slacks. “now, take it off.” I saidMy words were so soft yet blunt. She hesitated. “where is this going,” she asked. How on earth could this possibly help me? I said do what i say Slowly she reached up and began pulling her blouse and her bra came into view. Soon it was off and i tossed it on the chair. “good,” i said. “now remove.