She had come close the day before; a teacher had suddenly demanded to know what some of the boys had found so interesting, but none had the gumption t... answer honestly."Thank you for warning us, Richie," Cassie said after Richie had finished explaining what had happened on the bus."So what does that mean?" Diane said in a hesitant voice. "Is he coming after me?" Yeah, that's what it looks like," Richie said."No, it doesn't," Melinda said."What the fuck, Melinda? You on a different bus or. She hezitated for a couple of minutes then slowly hooked the waist line of her silk pajama bottoms with her thumbs, and slowly slid them down to her ankles. I stared at my mothers hairy vagina, and slowly reached over and ran my fingers through her pubic hair and down to her wet pussy. She trembled and let out a deep sigh as my fingers ran through her pubic hair. I soon slid my middle finger into my mothers warm vagina, she started letting out short low moans and she tilted her head back as i. I took a sip of my wine."How is it?" he asked. "Mmm, great. Thank you." We sat there for a bit, not saying much. I asked him some questions about the house and his responses were short and brief. He was lacking his usual conversational tone. Then, something happened. He moved closer to me and rested his hand on my bare thigh. I looked down at his hand and back up into his intense eyes, his shiny grey hair and kind smile. What was happening? What is he doing? I got scared and didn't say anything. Is that all she really was now? A woman he’d already had? Why else would he not say something, anything, that acknowledged that they had been intimate? They had had sex, damn good sex at that. Didn’t that deserve something? Greg was polite, professional and friendly with her at all times, but there was nothing in his tone or words that even hinted at their nights together in hotel rooms. It wasn’t really a cold shoulder, but it felt like one. Julie had spread her legs for him, gotten on her.