I arrived on time, as I always do. Today I wore in a yellow golf shirt with navy shorts. Stacy saw me as I came in, gave me a hug and nice greeting. S...e asked, "Did you have a good evening?"I replied, "Yes, thank you. I enjoyed yesterday, interested to see what today brings."She told me Bill was already with a client, she and I would both have our own 3 pm clients. Stacy brought me to the desk, looked over the schedule, saying, "I will leave it to your preference on our 3 pm clients. Both are. She looked at him as if having to tell him that his fly was down or his cock was hanging out of his pajama bottoms. She looked at him while waiting for his permission for her to show him how to properly masturbate himself. If only she knew how sexually excited he was with the i****tuous, sexual anticipation that his mother was about to stroke him, he wondered what she'd say. He wondered what she'd do then, if she knew that he wanted her to stroke his cock as much as she obviously wanted to. Fortunately it was a short drive. We all three got out and went inside. Her apartment was small but neat. She proceeded straight through the living room to her bedroom and turned on a lamp beside her bed, all the while pulling Shane along by his hand. If I'd been sober I'm sure I would have sat on the sofa or maybe even stayed in the car but I wasn't sober...I was buzzed and I was horned and I was curious about her intentions. She sat down on the edge of her bed and Shane sat down beside. All morning he’d been rushing and worrying about every detail and now it was far too late to worry. ‘What a beautiful cathedral. The leadlight windows set in this sandstone are exquisite. Look at the way the peppercorns and the weeping willows over-hang the slate roof. They’d make it cool inside even on the hottest summer day. Must have taken you ages to find this church although I don’t know why you dragged us this far.’ Ted stopped before entering the church to stroke the hand-hewn sandstone.