I didn't need allowing again so I took her left breast out of her top and coat, we could still be seen by anyone who would of been walking by, not tha... I even bothered to check myself but she was.Sometimes having no one around is great, I took her breast in my hand and wow what a breast, just woman. Yum Yum.I started to play with her breast and she liked it, from the quiet moaning she started doing, so I kissed her and she felt so soft and warm and womanly while I was kissing her I was all so. Anyway, it’s not a weekend, the preseason isn’t real football, and I’d much rather eat and drink.”“Me too, son. Me too. What are we drinking, anyway?”“Don’t you want to guess?”“Oh hell no. You and Kathryn keep having your fun, and I’ll keep stealing an extra glass while your eyes are closed and your backs are turned. I’ll be satisfied with you telling me what it is.”As Sunday made all too clear, his hyperactive brain’s automatic translation of innocuous sentences into either innuendo or pointed. "Can I have these as well please mummy?" he says and places three pairs of "Junior Miss" panties on the counter."Of course you can darling, is there anything else you want while we're here?"He shakes his head at me and grins cheekily.Behind the counter the assistant doesn't see his hand slip underneath the hem of my skirt and certainly doesn't see his fingers stroking the naked flesh of my thighs above my stockings."No I don't think so thank you mummy"I part my legs slightly and smile as he. Anger, hurt, and confusion of his own pulsed through him. He threw the glass as hard as he could, wishing that the shattering of glass could heal him, heal them. He knew she was gone, knew he'd pushed her away so that he could protect his heart. He'd built such a wall around himself, he didn't know if even he could figure out the way through.Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters.The letters she'd thrown at his feet were now on the table. When he'd picked them up, he didn't know..