Then tell me the truth. Are your nipples hard?" What?" Elaine gasped incredulously, pulling her robe even more tightly around her body."Go on. Tell me..."Just then the toilet flushed and Chelsea stumbled into the kitchen. "I wouldn't go in there for a while if I were you," she said, flopping into the chair in front of her cold coffee."Um, it's okay," Elaine said, quickly snatching up her towel and fleeing into the bathroom. She didn't mind what the air in there smelled like. She didn't want to. Wasn’t much she could do about it. She finished the power drink and sat the glass down on the table.“Wow!” she said, feeling a heat spread through her. “What on earth is in that drink?”“My grandmother was a witch,” He answered seriously. “Cajun-Creole with a mixture of Indian,” he smiled. “Native American if we want to be politically correct. She had hundreds of charms, potions and curses. Momma Lilly was the one you went to if you had an enemy, a screwed-up love life, broken leg or snake bite.. The fragrance of her silky lengths made me maniac. We were no more mother and son. I couldn’t control my lust for her entire body.She asked me “Would you like to comb my hair wet?” and she immediately turned on the hot shower. We both got wet. I sat behind her while digging my face into her wet silky hair. I was licking the dews on it and kissing her. I hugged her from behind. Both of my hands caught hold of her boobs. Something, that I never did. It was a great feeling. Both of her boobs were. Then we both sat in silence for what seemed to me to be a very long time."Well are we going to do this or not?" she eventually asked."Y-yeah, whenever you're ready," I replied nervously.I'd never done anything like this before and the fact that I was a novice at this kind of thing must have been showing. Knocking her scotch back like an old soldier, she slid off the barstool and took hold of my arm, then gently guided me from the bar out into the hotel foyer.I must admit that I felt somewhat.