"Well, I know I am, although Susan and I have a bet and I think she won,"his Mom finnished. "What bet Mom?" His Mom laughed. "You 'll have to askyou... Sister, I don't know what I was thinking to bet her anyway. And wayare you this morning sweetie?" Great mom. Truly great. Real. Authenic. Probably better that I haveever been thanks to you and Susan. I love you Mom." I know honey. We just want what is best for you. Just take your time andyou better call a lot. There are no secrets between. Walters pulled up to the curb next to the church.“I should probably get cleaned up and head to work.” The library opened at ten, so he figured he still had a couple of hours.“You eat yet?”“No, sir.”“Good. You can join me for breakfast at Matty’s. Half an hour?”Darren wanted to argue, but the void in his stomach told him otherwise. He nodded, which seemed to placate the sheriff. He got out of the car and walked around to the back. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see that Ana still. It was similar to feeling that she had the other day when she saw him spying on her. Her knees grew weak and she felt a tingling between her legs. She knew she should stop him, but couldn't bring herself to move.Chris's head was spinning as he inhaled the sweet odor of his mother most private place. While he was familiar with the smell of pussy, having eaten Melissa many times, this was different. This was sweeter, earthier. It was a smell that he would never forget as long as he lived. With. "I went to my work station and found Yolanda already suited up and elbow deep in prep work."Hey lover-boy," she said, "I hear you had a real good time on Sunday with Holly. About time you started acting like a man around her." Knock it off, Yolanda. We had dinner and went for a walk. That's it." Did you have a good time?" Yes, I did." Did you spend the night with her?" No, and even if I had, I wouldn't tell you!" Did you kiss her? Now don't you go lyin' to Aunt Yolanda, boy. I can smell a liar.