. what do they want?"Just then, I too began to wipe some perspiration off my arm where one of them had grabbed me. It was disgusting. Cold and clamm... . . . it felt like pins and needles all over my skin."Yuck," Susan said. That lady's hands were all sweaty! My arm feels gross." Me too," I agreed as I tried to wipe my arm with my shirt. But regardless of how much I tried to dry it off, it still tingled from her touch."I've got to go wash my arm off," Susan said as she glanced down at it. . “Hello darling”, she said, “you must be absolutely exhausted. Can I get you a whisky?” “My love I’m so sorry to be neglecting you and working as I am. A scotch would be lovely – shall we each have one in bed?” Her heart lifted, perhaps she was wrong, perhaps tonight…..? He went into the bathroom as she poured their drinks. Hurrying to her drawer she rapidly donned her special nightie for him and slipped into bed, her drink in her hand. He came to her wearing his sleeping shorts, took his. .. it ave me a chill down my back!“Mother ... it’s late...”Taking a big breath, she said firmly, “I said ... to stand behind me ... and sing each note as you hear it, Michael Robert Thomas Jr.”Wow, I hadn’t heard my full name in a long while.She started me at middle C. (C4)I repeated the mantra she always put everyone else through, AH-ah-ah-ah-AHHH-ah-ah-ah-ah going up a semitone only when I completed the previous one to her satisfaction.We went late into the night. I had a sore throat. She. I reached up and grabbed the waistband of his sweats. His stomach was firm as I slid them slowly down. I had to pull them way out to clear his 8-inch rod. His underwear came with it. I was face to face with the head of his hard cock. I remembered that my fantasy blowjob always had me completely naked below the waist, so I worked his sweats and underwear down to the floor. He willingly stepped out of his clothes.As I worked my way back up, I rubbed my hands gently up his muscular but smooth.