.In a normal voice I ask if perhaps we should have another drink. You motion the bartender over; he gives you a knowing smile. He may not know why or ...ow, but he has seen this sort of thing play out over and over. I rest my left hand a little more fully on your thigh; with my right I lightly caress your face and point it to the mirror over the bar so I can whisper in your ear again.My head is a little further back. I can smell your cologne and feel the scratchiness of your neck against my. For a moment I didn’t know where I was, then it all came rushing back. I cleaned up, checked out, and headed to our apartment. Molly and Mindy were sitting at the kitchen table. It looked like they had been up all night crying. ‘John, we need to explain.’ ‘We met those two guys at the bar around the corner. They were friends of Karen and seemed like really nice guys. They said they knew you. We invited them to the apartment for a drink. We gave them a tour. They really liked our framed. I feigned trying to close the curtain more out of modesty, but I failed miserably at doing so. Which was good. I was so turned on by now, but there was little I could do otherwise - the front door of the store was open, people could wander in suddenly, there were no other rooms in the store and they shared a backdoor with the coffee/tea place next door. So it was just me, the dressing room, and this very cute, very sexy French woman. And my thick, hardening, 7" 1/2' long cock. I was so turned. Mom and I laughed at her, and we almost locked her in her room by herself. I simply thought, {Go to sleep.}and ended the nonsense. Mom grabbed a nightie and took a shower, then joined me in my bed. Wrapped in a very short and thin nightshirt, she slipped in beside me and we made love twice. The first time I got on top and hammered her while she wrapped her legs around my waist and moaned in orgasm; the second time, I rolled over onto my back while she knelt above me straddling me and bouncing.