How dare she, a woman who never did a moment of cleaning in her life, say such a thing?"Mom, the only thing that needs to be fumigated is your fucking...mouth! Cecilia's a better woman than you'll ever be, and you know why? Because she doesn't play fucking tennis! She's got a hell of a lot better things to do than play friggin' tennis all day and bitch about everyone else!"The kitchen exploded into a savage shouting match between Jason and his parents. He caught them off-guard, because never had. I loved her, and I was confused, and not nearly over everything that had happened. I guess I kind of needed it too.She started rubbing her crotch along my dick, a low guttural noise escaping from her mouth as she did. I lay there, just letting her decide what to do, and after another minute I felt her grab my hand from her stomach and place it squarely on her tit.I doubt I could have stopped myself. My hand was on a tit, and it started to explore. I stroked and squeezed, rolled her little. I wanted to see a woman’s pussy with pubic hair. I accidentally saw my mother, Martha, naked yesterday. There was no shower in the master bedroom so mom always used the one in the hall. I entered the unlocked hall bathroom door to take a pee. Mom had just stepped out of the shower. She did not yell at me and just turned her back to me I thought the hair I had seen on her pussy made her look much more beautiful and sexy. I thought she had a beautiful ass.This morning, the short video I was. Bill’s voice in response was easy and casual, “I know exactly what you are thinking because I had the exact same reaction myself when Bob presented the idea to his managers, though perhaps not in the same words.” There was more light laughter. “But, he convinced us the same way he is going to convince you, but the forms have to be signed.”With that, he came to the door and took the forms from me with a wink and smile. He whispered, “And, I still have trouble believing it.” I smiled and.