Mom: Just go and wack off in the bathroom.Me: But, mom, I don’t know how.Her hand was still on my dick.Mom: Ok, I will do it for you.She was moving ...er hands to give me a handjob. I cummed in her hand within a few minutes.Mom: Go to sleep, son. We have to wake up early in the morning, as we have to travel far to the temple.So we both slept hugging each other. But we woke up a little late due to which we got only one seat in the back of the Sumo car where I and my mom has to adjust. The other. The whole thing was in slow motion...and I just kind of slide back under the covers. Needless to say , I thought that was it was going to be strange looks and awkward converstaions for the rest of college with her...The next week, I heard a knock on the door during one of my class breaks. It was Lauren...not wearing a bra again...but there was a look in her eye. She just gave me the it's okay to kiss me stare. So I did what any faithful roomate in college would do--I kissed her. I then kissed. Weisenstein’s hospitality. She really seemed to like the kids, and the kids liked her. Sharon’s parents were both dead and her kids never really had a grandmother figure in their life. On top of that, her cookies were just about the best she had ever had. They certainly weren’t the typical ‘home made’ cookie that involved either copying the Tollhouse recipe whole-cloth, or buying Tollhouse dough and baking it in your own oven.Miguel came back in with a very serious expression on his face. He. She wore a white terrycloth robe tied at the waist and she was barefoot. She invited me in and offered me a drink as though we were old friends. We sat at opposite ends of a plush sofa and she asked my profession and why I was at the tournament. I told her the truth about my job but limited my reason for coming to the tournament. I told her I was given a ticket by someone who worked there. She asked if I was an LPGA fan and I told her truthfully that I rarely watched golf and only knew of.