" Great," the voice said. "By the way my name is Davis Cranston. Have you got a minute. I can tell you what I'm looking for." OK. Sure, Mister Cransto..." she answered. "I was walking home and I have some time." Oh. You're walking home," he said pensively. "Why that's great. Are you near Parker Street?" Sure." Megan answered. "I'm less than two blocks from there right now." Well, if you have about five minutes, I can tell you and show you what I need you to do. Oh, and please call me Dave.. I didn't have enough guts to look at her face. We both made no moves to untangle as my exhaustion slipped me into deep sleep. The next morning when I got up, mother is not seen anywhere. I was still lying naked on my bed. My sarong is still on the floor but no signs of my mother's clothes. For a moment I thought it might have been a dream and started looking for some evidence on the bed. I found some long strands of my mother's hair on the pillow beside mine. I got little assured and looked for. “I remembered that now “ I said “I tried to tell you I was sorry but you were pretty mad at me.So do you ever see David , it might make it difficult if you do now we are together“ I said. Margret didn’t say anything for a few minutes, I could tell she was thinking of something. When she did speak she turned around and kissed me.”you don’t know just how lucky you are”,she said. David actually called me the next day and after you asked me out. I actually had made up my mind I was going to fuck. So I just went on watching TV. I heard the door open and Sara yell, "Hello?" "Down here," I yelled back. I heard her take off her jacket and boots and then her coming down the stairs to the family room. I glanced over to the bottom of the stairs when I heard her get close. I instantly got semi hard, Sara still had the same amazing body and was wearing skin tight jeans with a v-neck sweater that showed just a little peak of her cleavage. As she walked over to me I could see her titties bounce.