I had really gone all out to look my best. And for what? For a party that was beyond my realm of caring since he wasn’t even here to distract me fro... everyone else who had shown up. I pushed off the door and sashayed to the bathroom counter, leaning against it. I leaned closer to the mirror and pressed my lips to it, kissing my reflection. I pulled away, leaving behind a faint pink kiss print and smiled a little, then ran my hands through my messy short curls. The migraine still edged along my. Friday after class, some of the instructors told the group, particularly the visitors, that there was an IBM Poughkeepsie tradition that we were invited to join in - a "happy hour" at the Treasure Chest just south of IBM on Route 9.Along with a few others from the class, I got a ride with one of the IBM people, and found myself in a downstairs barroom well packed with people, almost all were in suits and still wearing IBM badges. As I was moving up to the bar for a beer, I spotted a familiar. “Yes, and the most beautiful and desirable woman I’ve ever known. You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you, hold you in my arms, make love to you...”“But Daniel, that would be...”“Call it what you will, I am in love with you, Mom. You agreed to give me this and I want it.”“But I never dreamed it was you.”“Yeah, I noticed. Actually I’ve known about your little adventures for a little while. I overheard you and Andre on the phone and then twice I followed you.”Gwen gasped.“Don’t. I want to see that first tantalizing drop of cum escape from you, telling me without words of your deep pleasure. I want to take the pad of my thumb and gently spread that drop in ever increasing circles around your head, your soft moans telling me that you are pleased. I want to bring that thumb back to my lips and enjoy the taste of your cum upon my tongue for the first time. I want to have my eyes never leave yours as I suck on my thumb, the taste of you filling me, your eyes watching my.