His immaculately ironed shirt would probably have to be dry cleaned.“Oh dear I am sorry Herbie” Ruthie joined him patting the shirt, having got so...e kitchen roll. “All my fault, shouldn’t have said ... it’s not on you shorts ... OK?” she told him stooping to inspect his tailored, sharply creased, knee length, light khaki dress short.“Fine thank you Ruthie. Don’t worry about me, but you did shock me when you said you know and you can.”“Want to see?”“Er ... of course ... but where’s Lucie?”“Out. He concentrated on her legs now and with pressure on her skin, he moved his hands up to her butt and lower back and then down each leg on the outer thigh and calf and then back up inside, and each time, his fingers brushed her thong-covered pussy. Occasionally he used a bit of pressure and pressed one finger under the seam of her thong, slipped between her lips and pressed in. He stayed clear of her clit, just teasing her. She was now soaking wet.“Oh my God, baby, you are driving me crazy, I. She caressed him until he stopped fucking, then kept stroking him for minutes afterward. Thanks, Mom, he mumbled. You saved my life. Then he sighed and fell asleep. Alicia pulled the covers over them. She lay under her deeply breathing son, enjoying the feeling of his still-hard prick insider her cunt. She was about to doze off when she heard the piano come to life downstairs. Shawn had come home and was beginning his scale exercises to warm up. She came wide awake, as if shed been in a trance. He smiled when I did that. But then, he regularly smiled. It wasn’t really that unusual.At one of the parent support group meetings, I was talking with a woman who had become a close friend. Marsha was a mother of a child with CLS. Her daughter, Jessica, then in her twenties, was better able to care for herself, and though they still lived together with Marsha’s husband, the girl was able to work part-time at a grocery store and was largely independent.“And just last week, Jessica said she.