‘How are you?’ he asked. ‘I’m… I’m all right,’ she said. She’d never been able to keep much from him. Those clear blue eyes had alway... seen through to things. Sometimes even through her, though she’d never been entirely sure how. Annabeth Dileo had learned quickly to hide things, hide emotions. Chris had known how she felt, even if she never said anything. He had a way of seeing into her that elicited both hope and fear. ‘You’re looking good,’ Chris told her. She stood her ground while he. "Do you want me to?" I asked."If you want to," answered my husband. He showed me his hand."Is this good?" I asked."Yes," answered my husband, "I don't think he'll be able to beat it."I knew that we couldn't afford a $22,000 debt, but I also knew that we already couldn't afford $11,000 so I whispered "yes." Sorry," whispered my husband as I followed him into the kitchen. When we got into the kitchen I could see John leaning back on a chair with a big shit eating grin across his face. I was glad. She felt shivers running up and down her spine. She was deathly afraid her son would smell her so she kissed him on the head, thanked him for the show, and said good night. The next day Diane picked up her son from school and drove directly to Dr. Hamsley's office. They sat in silence for about 10 minutes in the sparsely populated waiting room before Dr. Hamsley called to them as she walked out in her white doctor's uniform. "Hello Mom, hello Jimmy, how’re you guys doing today?" Diane couldn't. Holding her there as we kissed, she wrapped her legs around me, grinding her little mound right above the bulge in my pants. We spun around and I laid her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around me. Reaching back to her ankles I pulled her legs open, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down to my knees. My cock was still folded down in my underwear, straining at the material. She watched intently as I reached down and straightened it out. The tip poked out the waistband, dripping wet. .