"Pamela, how is your boyfriend?" he asked, interrupting me. It was a rather strange change of subject, I thought."Uh, well I don't have one at the mom...nt," I said. The truth was I did have a boyfriend and we had talked about getting more serious but hadn't actually done it just yet. I didn't want Mark to know about it right at the moment, though, so I dodged the discussion. "But I'm hoping that moving to the city here will open up more possibilities. And making better money doesn't hurt any. B felt myfrustration; she opened her eyes,looked towards me, and broughtone of her hands to her back,indicating that there was a wayto go further. Immediately tookthe hint, slid my hand from theback side of her shirt, andunclasped her bra hook.Now I got to cup her tits and nosooner than my fingers brushedher nipples, she took a deepbreath, and let a sigh. Thataroused me more. I kneaded hertits gently. They were super soft,contrasting the nipples, whichwere now hard, and pointed. Sheclawed my. "Don't I know!" nods Beth in agreement. "I have three of my own."Laura grins and shakes her head like moms all over the world and shutsthe front door behind her. What's going on inside is very typical. A Mom - very attractive in thiscase - is smiling at her son Jake who looks about 11. "Morning dear, howdid you sleep?"He yawned. "Just fine, Mom. What's for breakfast?" Bacon and eggs and toast, dear."He grinned. "Great! You sure spoil me, Mom. Most kids get Pop Tarts orsomething gross and are. ? It?s all I can do.??????????? She hearsfootsteps behind her, soft against the hardwood floors of the den.? It never ceases to amaze her how silently herlover can move when he chooses to.? Itcalls to her mind the image of a large jungle cat silently stalking its prey whenhe makes no noise at all, and she smiles tightly, absorbed in the self-pity andremorse she feels.? She feels a hand comedown to rest lightly on her shoulder, and she leans into the touch, wanting andneeding, but not knowing.