I quickly put my cock back in my pants, but the blush on her face showed that she had obviously gotten a good eyeful of my manhood! In an awkward sile...ce, she quickly mopped the floor, and hormones still coursing through me I appraised this woman. She was young. About 20, 25 I'd say to my 30. A very pretty woman, with straight brown hair, a slightly up turned nose and big eyes, I was unable to guess the rest of her figure due to her god awful uniform that she had to wear. I felt the silence. I split my time eithercatching up with some guys over a few beers or beingsnagged for a dance with a lovely lady.I remembered all of their names [the girls I mean] andboy, did they flirt. All in all, it was turning out tobe a great evening. It was on an emotional high by thetime she came in. She was the girl of my dreams inhigh school; a gorgeous African-American model whowant on to a big time model. Her name was Charlotteand she was even hotter now than she’d been back inhigh school. She. She then went to the wall mirror to admire it.And frowned."What is it, darling? What's wrong?" My reflection," said Susan, reaching out and touching it. "If not foryou it would be William Powell's face I see in the mirror, the face of anold man. When I think how close I came to losing this body...."She gave a little shudder.My gift had been intended to take her mind off her ordeal. It had had theopposite effect."You shouldn't think about what could've happened," I said, sliding areassuring arm. 'Mom, don't you ever dare say that. It sounds like you think we are whores just needing a quick fuck from Rebecca and Nicholas. And if you think that, what about when you join in too? Are you being a whore too?'Mom started balling her eyes out which instantly stopped Sam from being mad with her, 'I'm just such a bad mother. I know I do not understand things because I was born that way. I know you aren't meant to let your children have sex with each other or with ... their own mother. But I.