He had picked up his shirt to put it on again.I went downstairs and met him at the kitchen door, handing him a cold beer. Then I begged him to follow ...e upstairs…I made sure that the huge black had a good view of my ass cheeks swaying inside my tight shorts, as we climbed the stairs. Then I offered him if he wanted to rest a bit before going back to work. Saying this, I just sat down at the edge of the marital bed.I looked at Mike as he walked over and sat beside me; his leg almost pressed. To my surprise I didn't feel self-conscious, perhaps because his body fascinated me. There was a scar I'd never seen before on his shoulder. I traced its jagged, discolored length. "How'd you get this?" Oh, that? I fell."That was bullshit, of course. If he didn't want to talk about it, that was okay with me. Talk was not what I wanted right then.I leaned over and kissed him. It was another good one, but nowhere near enough. I covered his face with more and then nibbled on his ears and neck.. She wanted to be convinced that there would be no others. He knew he couldn’t give into her questions, he had to take another approach. If he admitted to it, it was sure to backfire.. He got in her face ‘You want to know everything I did with them too?’ She started this and she couldn’t step down from it now. ‘YES!’ She challenged. He put his arms around her roughly and slipped them under her dress lifting it over her hips. With one thug he ripped her g-string. His hand made his way to the. "I'm twenty years older than you," she objected."Yeah," Michael said as he cupped his mother's chin in his hand and turned her head to look at him. "But you look less than ten."Christine saw the sincerity in her son's eyes. She began to feel those stirrings she had abandoned earlier. Her son's proximity suddenly seemed more intimate. Her heart was beating faster. She swallowed and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."Christine felt embarrassed as she waited in line outside The Blaze. Despite what.