Perhaps John was not.“What the heck are you doing here, John?” I asked.“There were a fight between ‘im and ‘is mum,” Cheryl said, “Yer d...dn’t notice it, eh?”“He was three sheets to the wind,” Kelly said, “He was hard to make love to, even.”I blushed.“What was the fight about?” I asked, “She got very angry that he kissed me,” Kimmy simpered.“Define ‘kiss’.”“Kiss, verb, touch lips in a sign of love or affection,” replied Kimmy.“It was pretty passionate,” Samantha said, also smirking.John was. The fuck? She wasnt moving. Mom? She stayed completely still. I waved my hand in front of her face. I was beginning to worry about her and then I saw it. A fly, mid flight, just as still my mother, just fucking floating there. Thats when I realized what the second button did. Paused life. I pressed the button again and finished my meal like nothing happened. I had to test it. I told my mom I was going to the park with the guys (yeah thats a lie). When I got there I say on the bench and watched. I rolled onto my back and pulled my knees into a half-sitting position, then looked at him. He leaned over to kiss me softly. He kissed me again slowly and passionately, tongues touching and began to stroke my stomach. The kiss continued, the stroking continued, and I longed for these strokes to go a little lower. I arched my hips towards his hand and my legs opened spontaneously, willing him to touch me. There was a pause…I held my breath. I sensed his hand moving lower, this time to my inner. She got of the bed, realising she had not put her toys away she did so quickly and went to run a nice warm bath. Plenty of soap suds and t lights burning, Carol sank slowly below the surface and began to again relax as she caressed her own body with the flannel and paid extra attention to ensuring all the dried liquids were removed and tried to avoid the temptation to again use her fingers on her clit and re start the cycle again. Conscious that the c***dren where due home shortly she wanted to.