We held each other tight for a moment, and then her lips searched out mine for a soft kiss, letting out tongues intertwine together, as her body built...up some excitement. As we kissed, my hand got busy rubbing, massaging, and groping her breast. I twisted and pinched her nipples, easy at first, but then I put more pressure on the twist.She gave a gasp into my mouth, and mumbled, "harder, do it harder."I grasped her breast and gave them a good squeeze, and then pinched her nipples harder. Her. ’ I said with a grin. This got a small smile. We talked for a bit longer as she finished her food. I eventually asked her what she was doing this weekend. Studying seemed to be on her agenda, I didn’t get the impression that she got out that much. She asked me what I was doing for the weekend and I think she expected to hear something about a party or some such. She seemed a bit surprised when I told her I’d be spending most of it working. She was even more surprised when I mentioned I had. .." Well, you are... At least you are to me." Someone once said to me the only way others can believe in you is if you believe in yourself." Well that someone was full of it," she said, wiping her eyes."Don't talk about your mother like that," I said crossly. "It's bad karma." Leave my mom out of this!" she said defensively, turning around with more anger in her eyes."We're not getting anywhere, are we?" No, we're not... Why are you here?" Huh? To figure out a way to help make..." No, dip shit.. It was a warm summer afternoon. He had just finished playing with his friends on his return from the local Catholic school. Climbing the stairs to the small apartment he lives in with his mother, he heard a male voice talking to her.This was not usual because him mother often plied her trade in the small apartment. He had learned to wait in the small kitchen until she was done. It never took long. His mother was not a pretty woman and the men just wanted a quick release. This time it was.