Not a great move prosperity wise, but a release for the soul. I met Emily at the bar. Close your eyes and you can see us in the hazy lamplight. xxx ...She sat with a group of friends and when I took a break they called me over. They left in turn until we were only two together fumbling over words, embarrassed to have been set up in such an obvious way. “We seem to have been thrust together. I hope you don’t mind,” I apologised. She laughed and ran her finger around the top of her glass. Then suddenly she stopped moving and a soft cry left her lips, she had come. I let go of her wrists and removed my finger from her knickers. Instantly she rolled into a foetal ball and cried. I looked down at her, I suddenly felt lost in her grief, I had made her cry hundreds of time before and laughed about it, but this time it was different somehow. I put my arms around her and cradled her as she wept.Minutes passed and her tears dried, she unrolled and moved back onto her back."I'm sorry,". Not to mention that they did a better job than I ever could have. Let me start it up."Scott leaned over and pressed the starter button. Eddie loved it when he gave it some gas."Want to go for a ride?" Scott asked.Eddie shook his head, "I wish I could, but my mom would kill me if she found out. I asked if I could get a motorcycle too. She said two words, 'hell' and 'no.' Did you know she made my dad get rid of his motorcycle when they started dating?" Yeah, he mentioned it. Look, I'll ride it. We maintained the kiss whilst I slid one hand back to her opening, dripping wet with a mixture of our juices. This time, I merely rubbed at her gently, eliciting an appreciative moan before returning my attention to her breasts. At long last, sated, we broke apart, my hands tweaking her nipples whilst she traced idle patterns across my chest.I smiled, kissed my mother's forehead lightly, and called forth the spirit within her that had laid the platform for this conquest so long ago. Looking.