Sarah instructed me to answer it. Denzel had returned. He handed me a card with his cell phone number on it. He asked me if I would please call him wh...n I was done with the cake, so he could pick up the tray and dishes. I allowed the towel to slip down and exposed one of my breasts as we were speaking, but I pretended to not notice my exposed nipple. He left my room again for the second time in five minutes. I reported the events to Sarah on the computer. Sarah typed, “Call him back now!” “But. Of course he wants to wake up. I bet he’s got a hard-on in his sleep, just knowing you’re here. ‘I need to go to the bathroom. Maybe when I get back, he’ll be awake.’ You slip out of bed, careful not to make too much noise or movement, and leave the room. When you return, he’s still asleep, lying in the same position as before. You slide back under the covers and stare at him. ‘He is so hot… I can’t believe we spent the night together.’ If he’s so hot, wake him up! He didn’t have you stay over. Then Greg pulled at my top and buttons went flying! With one swift motion he had my top off and was clawing at my bra! “Wait! Wait!” I tried to protest, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to sit down with him and talk about sex, explain everything the way Eva had explained it. I was supposed to make him understand that if I touched him it was because I was helping him out, being a good mother. But now, he was throwing my bra across the room and his mouth was on my. Having my cock bent that far backward was far from comfortable. But it was well worth it. When we finished our routine, with me keeping her moving and in place, the audience exploded into prolonged applause. After all we'd been through, it surprised me that it went that well. It shouldn't have; by that point, I knew that Kennedy women were full of surprises."Mom? Are you here?"Shit! Terry wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow. I froze. Maybe Robin should handle this. You know, the.