You know what's going to happen now, don't you, Dee?" She made a little squeak of a moan. "You know that you can't go to sleep without me telling you ...o. You know that you can't move, can't speak... You're soooo sleepy. So heavy. So tired." Her mouth hung slack, her eyes flat and drowsy and drooping. I rose to sit next to her on the bed. I began caressing her gently, stroking her belly, her sides, her breasts. "So helpless. Poor Dee. She's so sleepy; so heavy; so very, very helpless." I reached. With my black strappy wedges and bare shoulders I feel totally sexy ,) my hair is curled and elegantly falls down my back to frame my face. With light makeup on and contacts in I saunter down the sidewalk to where a group of guys are being idiots and playing that stupid chicken game If u dont know what that is it is where u start at their knee and move ur hand up their leg until they call chicken. Anyway, as I walked by there were atleast 6 catcalls and so when I had just barely cleared them I. I began caressing her gently and slowly waiting for her to tell me no, she never did. I slowly moved my pelvic area closer to her round rump that was secured in blue post office shorts. I began to grind my heavy penis and balls against her rump, she didn’t grind back but she didn’t resist.“Are you ok with this Marla? You aren’t saying anything” I asked now genuinely concerned.“If I wasn’t don’t you think I would said something by now” she replied quickly in a low voice.I got down on my knees. . . She would pay for the material of course. The little minx!My former family rival, now turned ally, suggested that having discovered my stash of erotica, perhaps mom was trying, in her own shy way, to provide opportunities for me to make a move. It seems the home action had taken a definite down-turn in frequency the last six months. Mother had been getting zilch from dad, since the doctor had put him on the new blood pressure medicine. No Viagra back then either. So if mom had the.