My answer came out the same way. I’m not sure why but before going in, I hesitated, but I headed in anyway. “Marcus Connor” she called out. “W...at brings you in?” I knew the voice and knew it was wrong for all the wrong reasons. I’d heard the place had the best damn stew in the area. “Your stew” I told her. It was Theresa. “I hear it’s pretty darn good” I told her. And her response was “Almost as good as I am, Marcus.” Theresa was teasing me. “Now, now” I went on to tell her as I tried. ” There it is again; the crazy look. I have a feeling that when I’m around you, I’m going to be getting a lot of those. You say what you want, and order for me as I stare straight ahead. The only thing I’m concentrating on is the feeling of your hand rubbing my hard cock through my jeans, and when the waiter leaves I slowly slide my hand up your thigh. “Oh, baby, I thought you would never make the move,” you say, panting slightly. Confidence growing, I slide my hand under your dress and. “A good night, then?” he asked. “Well, you do have to keep warm, and body heat is the best way” I responded, “How did you find us?” “It was the plume of moisture from your air-hole, white in the cold air that suggested there was something going on inside. Now I know what to do, if I get stranded next time”. “Only if you have women like Maggie and Emily” I grinned. “You lucky bastard”. The local papers were full of the rescue the next morning, but thankfully no mention was made of our condition. ” “We’ll probably have it later on,” I said, “Tina’s gone round to Katy’s, so she won’t be back for a while.” I chatted with my mother in the kitchen for a while, as she prepared our dinner, and I watched her while she was moving around the kitchen. Our mother, whose name was Stella, would be forty next birthday, and she seemed to be holding her age pretty well. She still had a good figure, and looked like an older and slightly larger version of Tina, but with very dark brown hair, where.