It honestly wasn’t bad when served with a few of the house crackers and iced tea. If I hadn’t been sick already, the ten dollar check for the smal... salad and tea would have made me ill. I was the only blue collar guy in the place, and after seeing the bill, I knew why.I removed my fancy electronic device which Lillian had convince me to buy. I piggy backed onto the restaurant’s wifi and checked my email.Lillian’s email was simple. ‘Don’t eat. We are having spaghetti tonight’. Lillian felt as. She then slowly walked up to me with her thong in her hand and gave me a peck on my cheeks then slowly rubbing her cheeks to mine and whispered “ You happy with what you stole from me or man enough to taste the real thing”. Those words were like a piece of bread in front of a hungry man. I didn’t require any further invitation. I put my hand behind her waist just above her ass crack and strongly pulled her towards me. The touch of her skin above the lacy material of the mini skirt that she was. My mother, Del, sat next to me on the couch watching a fairly scary movie. She was wearing this night dress of her's that was not very revealing, but showcased her body in a very wholesome, yet erotic light. She had drank nearly a bottle of red wine by herself as the movie crept along. Even though I was only 19, she and my dad was okay with my drinking a few beers here and there, but tonight I had picked up a bottle of Mezcal. What she didn't know was that I had picked up a bit of a coke habit. Once she reached myside, she smiled at me playfully."Hi Larry," she whispered sexily before kissing me with far morepassion than she ever had before."What the hell do you think you're doing, Fran?" asked Roger angrily.Although she clearly wasn't happy about doing it, Fanny pulled backfrom me and glared at Roger."You can be such a silly little boy at times, Roger," she replied. "Notthat it's really any of your business, I'm kissing my boyfriend Larry.Just what does it look like I'm doing?" He's.