Rob settled himself at his desk and logged on, and again the intrusive humming started up. This time, however, it didn't feel quite so irritating. Alm...st... friendly, somehow. He immersed himself in his work, and the afternoon flew by.On the way home he found himself stopping outside the clothes shop again. Something about that outfit was definitely catching his interest. They were nice colours, after all. Nothing wrong with liking purple and gold. It had never occurred to him to buy clothes. Mom stopped rubbing my chest, but didn’t pull her hand away.“Jerk off for me,” she said in a throaty voice. “Think about me while you shoot your cum.”Her words shocked me, but my hand found its way to my dick and I wrapped it around the shaft and began pumping. Mom rubbed my chest again, and I closed my eyes as the sensation spurred me on. I jerked off faster and faster until I felt my balls tingle. I tensed up and forced my eyes open as my face contorted.“Yes, that’s it!” Mom said, seeing that. Networking and presentations were never easy and never really fun, whatever anyone said about them. Last evening Em had been wearing a country-brown mid-weight skirt, a red shirt allowing a decorous décolleté, and a dun jacket to ward off the chill. It was very nearly what passed for winter in her part of the world. Underneath she had worn her latest purchase, a little red and black bra that had open side panels of the sort that new lovers in particular liked so much. She had teamed this with. “Mr. Azzhat. Were you all in town to meet up with Mr. Anderman?”Another pause and then a nod.“Did you meet up with him the night of your accident?”A nod.“Did you all go out drinking? Perhaps to a nearby bar?”He shook his head.“But you were all drinking, correct? You’re not going to get in trouble for drinking. My report shows you were not the driver. So let me rephrase my question a bit. Did you and your three friends meet up and have drinks with Mr. Anderman?”A nod.“But not in a bar?”A nod.“A.