She turned to me and asked, “Andy?”“You weren’t supposed to see us like this,” I said. “What Heather and I were doing last night is suppos...d to be private. You shouldn’t tell other people what you saw just now.”“But we did see it,” Noah said. “Is Connor right? Were you doing sex stuff?”“He guessed right,” I acknowledged.“Does that mean you love Heather, Daddy?” Connor asked.“I do.”“Does she love you?” Connor asked. I looked over at Heather.“Your daddy’s very special to me,” Heather. ...." Her stomach ached for him, the scarf gliding between her legs, he knew her, God, he knew her....It took an eternity for the slow drag of silk on her pussy to train upward.Upward externally and mentally, also upward internally. How could such a simple cloth feel like the hardness she now yearned for with such amplitude. Again and again over her body. Ohhhh! Over her face veiling her in silk, lust and the scent of her own body. Tingling lips shivered at the touch, her mouth opening to take. “That was a very naughty thing you just did. Don't tell your father about it, and don't try that stunt again!”“But you liked it a lot, didn't you?”“Obviously, but you are my son, and mother's are not supposed to mess around with their boys.”“I'm not a boy any more, as you can see, and I diddled you. You're welcome to reciprocate though if you want to.”I was tempted to play with his proud poker still standing straight. But I had calmed down from the crazy moment of lust and decided that. Larios had product to sell and Conrad Gentner had to buy product to satisfy his European partners. The two men shook hands. Gentner noticed that Sammy was all but ignored by Larios, and accepted it without comment. Larios offered Conrad a Cuban cigar, which he accepted. Larios then lit Gentner’s cigar and then his own, blowing the blue smoke into the air and watching swirl through the breeze created by the air-conditioner. ‘Nothing like these Cuban cigars, eh, Mr. Gentner?’ ‘No, I can’t say.