It was not the same as with Brad. She thought of it as a comfortable, safe feeling that made her want to sigh and hold his hand, or hug him and fall a...leep in his arms. There was a moment when her eyes met his and something inside of her awoke and her heart jumped and raced. It could not be explained and yet she found she would know when he would be about to talk to her, or when he would enter the room. It was a knowing born of intuition, and it seemed that whenever she longed to speak with. She was shuffling through some papers packing up her brief case. She was dressed very well today different than normal she had on a tight black skirt that reached just below her knees with a gray silk top. She said she had a school board meeting after work but had wanted to talk to me first about something. Looking over to me now for the first time she said I have heard of your reputation and then looked way to finish packing. I was so embarrassed and suddenly afraid, was I in trouble, what. It was Melissa.”“There must be a mistake,” he said, dropping back into the chair. I got up and poured him a glass of bourbon. He took it with trembling hands, stared at it, then downed it in one gulp.“You’re sure it was her?” he asked as I refilled his glass.“Yes.”“I can’t believe it. How?” Dave asked, “How did it happen? Was it an accident? Had she been drinking?”I poured myself a glass and swallowed it, feeling the warmth of its familiar burn. “No,” I said, “We believe she was. I motioned to Chris.“Come put that over here.”“Sure!” He said instantly, and clambered over on hisknees. I held the cloth against Mom’s face to expose herlips and Chris rubbed his engorged dickhead against them.Mom opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Chris’cock, sighing and moaning, but she didn’t say a word.I went back to the other side of the coffee table tocaress and kiss Mom’s red striped ass, lying against thetable and leaning my.