”Shaking my head, I started walking away. I could hear behind me, a car door slam, then the sound of screeching wheels. “It looks like I’ll need...to find a lift back to the hotel,” I thought.Jennifer was sitting on a park bench, staring in front of her. Walking behind her, I just stood there for a few moments.“I’m here Jennifer!”Startling her, she jumped up, turning around. “Jesus Christ!” she shrieked. “Where’s Lillian?” Searching for her by looking around.“She had to go.”“Odd girl, I will. I wondered how Shaun felt about her stripping and maybe having a little dalliance now and then. “Good, because that’s what I’ve decided too. I can’t believe what I’m about to say, but I’m going to be a stripper!” God, I couldn't take it anymore! I took her hand and together we went to our bedroom. We made such sweet love that night, the kind we used to have all the time with deep, passionate kisses and long, slow lovemaking. I could hardly hold back, loving this woman like I do. It's so hard to. Soon she stopped and got up. "Okay, now you do it." "Okay, mom." I climbed onto the machine, remaining hunched to hide my enormous erection. It felt good pressing my cock against the padding, which was still warm from my mother's body. She guided my legs under the mechanism, her hands touching my calves. Once I began the exercise her hands slid up to my thighs. I gasped a little and stretched my arms out over my head, causing my shirt to pull up over my lower back. Her hands felt so good. I. ” She sighed and acted annoyed, but half-heartedly said yes, and as she slipped off the barstool she let her dress catch on the edge so that it slid up to reveal the tops of her thigh highs. I caught her stealing a look at me, to see if I had noticed. We got a table in the corner. We made small talk. She had an elaborate fictional history of Joy’s life. She used to live in NYC, but moved to Denver, where she lived with her sister now. They lived only a few blocks away from me. There were.