I put down the brief case in my right hand trying not to drop it, as not to draw attention to our rendezvous. Moving my right hand to the back of her ...alf and slowly deliberately, ever so slowly moving my hand up the back of her long leg, along her silky sheer black stockings feeling the patented stocking tops. Stopping for a moment feeling and exploring the softness of her panties. Grabbing a handful of her right but cheek tightly. My left hand moving upwards in a python like manner, my breath. 'When she recalls that when she worked as a nurse's aid in nursing homes they would calm older men with a hand release, especially those who were money-generating private-pay residents. She then retracts her hand, opens the partition, and asks a passing nurse, “How is the doctor doing?”The nurse answers, “He is still way behind.”The young nurse turns and goes to the cabinet next to the bed. She obtains some baby oil and applies it liberally to her hands and rubs her hands together. She then. Shocked look on his face. The grabbing clothes, dressing, hurriedly a kiss on her forehead and off, out of the door, gone.There was silence and no movement. She lay back on her bed, looking a little pissed off, then her hand went to her breast and caressed it, rubbed a nipple then down to her pussy. It looked red and hot and swollen. Her lips still parted a little from his rapid departure. Her fingers stirred in the hot swollen entry to her pussy. She was looking at the tree house where I still. . Yea... Road Trip." He replied sarcastically in a low monotone voice. He didn't share his mother's enthusiasm."Bull shit." He added under his breath. His mother could be such a pain in the ass. He didn't want to go on this trip, but she was making him. She insisted he go, thinking it would bring them closer together. She felt they were drifting apart because he spent so much time with his dad. Travis was dreading the long drive to visit his aunt and cousins in Sacramento. A whole week they.