We are both very busy. We are just goodfriends."Anne decided it was time for her second round of attack. "Are you anAaron and just friends?" What do...you mean?" I mean are you and Aaron friends, or is there something more betweenyou two?"Beth was feeling the heat, and it wasn't from the coffee. Her mom wasdriving at something, but didn't know what it was. "I spend time withRon and I spend time with Aaron." You mentioned you get together once a week with Ron. How much timedo you spend with. Catch her with a look in her eyes that was new. An interest. It took me a while to interpret it as sexual interest but it finally dawned on me. I responded in kind. I liked it. It was exciting that my girlfriend’s mom was attracted to me. Strange but exciting. Anyway I wasn’t planning on doing anything about it. And then there was the physical contact. A mother’s hug. A kiss on the cheek of her daughter’s boyfriend. A soft breast suddenly pushed against my arm. A soft hand caressing my hair.. Trying his best to ignore the euphoric feeling of raw sexual energy being channeled into him, James attempted to focus his mind and determine where the influx of power was coming from. He reached out with his senses, enhancing them with his magic. He could feel warm arousal somewhere near him, he could taste someone's growing ecstasy, and he was tempted to just enjoy the vicarious experience. But another loud bark brought James back to his own senses. Channeling his magic, he followed the. Her lovely breasts. Whatever she wears, the neck is always cut low, so close, so near, he can see the beginning of her cleavage, drawing his eyes down, down where the sexy gold chain around her neck disappears, oh lucky necklace, oh precious gold.And those glasses she wears, with the black thread, the rims a delicate burgundy gold that makes her eyes look richer and livelier and sexier. What he wants, what he wants is to pull the clothes off her, to squeeze her breasts, get her to open her.