" The last portion was dripping with sexual overtones."Here's what we'll do, pull out your phone and do a Google search for 'Jonathan Roberts address'...and see what it pulls up," I said. I am publicly listed so I knew my address would come up. I wanted it to appear as of she searched me out, not that I gave her my address. It may be a little too cautious, but still.When she found it, she showed me the phone and I confirmed it was my address. "I want you there tonight at 8pm on the dot. You are. You will sweep her off her feet and make her your wife and she will have your babies and keep your home. And when that day comes, as it surely will, that will make me the happiest mother in the world, and I just hope that you will still have room in your heart for your mother. But until that day comes my love, it will be just you and me my darling." And that's exactly the way it has turned out.For the next couple of years, Mom and I had a wonderful normal life together. She was vibrant, happy,. Emily's crying was redoubled at Richard's question."It's gone," came the strangled reply."Gone? What? Where?" Sandra asked.Emily didn't respond."Did you lose it somewhere?" Richard asked, trying to keep his tone gentle."No. I was... I was..." The words couldn't fit between sobs."Did someone steal it?"Emily nodded."Oh my god," Richard said quietly. The seriousness of the situation made him stop thinking for a moment. He had no idea what was going on.Sandra appeared to be just as overwhelmed.. She lay supine. "Molly Anne, on my face. Victor, fuck me. We'll relax later."Before leaping into that sensual delight, I thought about how a happy shout like that struck at my inhibitions and guilt. That was straightforward enough. It certainly told me that Vanessa was giving permission for anything and everything!I tore off my clothes and put her legs over my shoulders, where her stockings gave me a different and wicked sensation. Already hard, I didn't need foreplay, and I was confident that.