I was getting the full-frontal attention and the little body language that I knew, was an indicator I was getting her full attention, and she was pass...ve for her hands were turned up and wide apart.I know that she likes me for she is always smiling when I arrive. After an hour with her at the computer I found that her attention wavers and it is pointless going on. It is then she usually makes a cup of coffee and we sit and have a chat in her kitchen.Tonight she wheeled the coffee on a trolley. Some denim shorts and a vest sort of top. Mid-riff exposed, pierced navel, you know the sort of thing. Anyway, I finish my call and introduce myself, saying I wish she'd called me to pick her up etc. She is a bit rude, pointing out that I'm black for instance, and just asks where her Mom is, so I say at work, and then she makes herself some food and retreats to her room. I get on with my work, only a tiny bit worried that I haven't made that good a first impression, but think - oh well, another. Pullik assaulted Danny." Jesus Christ!" Mrs. Pullik yelled. She pronounced "Christ" as if it were spelled "Cripes." "You're a goddamn liar!" My son almost never lies," Mom said."He is now." Son," said Mr. Pullik, "tell us what really happened." I detested that he called me "son," but I refrained from protest.I remained silent until Mom said, "Go ahead." Mrs. Pullik tried to kick Danny several times. He avoided her, and she eventually slipped and fell in the snow." Did he, or did he not, call me. “That…uhh…wasn’t the soap, was it?” I kept my hand there. “Nope.” Her voice was short of breath, like she had a moan caught in her throat. “Should I keep looking for it?” “Well I’m not going to give it to you.” I let my hands roam again, this time they came to rest on her other breast, intentionally. I softly kneaded her perfect tits, gently playing with her nipple. “Still not the soap?” “Keep looking,” she half-spoke, half-moaned. My hands roamed her body as my now rock hard cock pressed.