Slowly, she began to waken. Her step-mother kept the exquisite feeling going in her needy cunt, unaware that Vicki was on the edge of consciousness. V...cki's eyes opened languidly. She looked down, expecting to see her lover, Dave. Instead, she saw the sylphish form of her step-mother! Vicki's mind instantly swept to her own secret fantasy of making love to the older woman. She had wanted to get together. Now, unexpectedly, her fantasy had come true. She was too far gone in her sexual delirium. Then Charlie’s Mom sat back in her chair looked me in my eyes and said, ‘So, you know my Charlie.’ She looked so kind and almost hopeful. It was an obvious thing for her to say, nothing more than a conversation starter. The most innocent, non-descript remark imaginable but I couldn’t seem to answer. Anyone with kindergarten level social skill ought to be able to answer without a thought. Not me. I looked at her and choked a bit with the dryness in the back of my throat and I could feel my eyes. I walked over to the couch and sat down, looking at my feet. I heard the grandfather clock in the hall strike the hour; and after awhile, when it had struck the quarter, I was still in the same posture. Standing, I went into the doc’s outer office. I could hear his voice, soft yet firm, droning on and on with very little inflection. From time to time, I heard her respond. The inner office door was open, and I looked in. She was sitting in front of a computer, but she was slumped slightly. When I got a reply from her back a few days later, I was pleasantly surprised at just how amused by my rhyme she really was. Not only did she seem quite taken by my efforts, but she responded with a rhyme of her own.As I sit here in my lonely dorm,Wishing I had you to keep me warm,Wishing you could hold me tight,Help me make it through the night,Surrounded by others, yet all alone,Can't wait to hear you on the phone.That weekend was our weekend for our bi-weekly phone calls. We talked for.