I could just taste the sweetness of her lips on my tongue from our last encounter together. I could smell the strawberries of her shampoo. These next ...ew days are going to be tortuous.“Yum, I like, very sexy.” was my reply. “Then here’s another.” I read the reply waiting for another picture message from her. When it came in, I almost had a heart attack. It was of her completely naked, spread eagle on what appears to be her bed, on her back from between her legs facing towards her face. She. Don’t turn around.” He tooka hesitant first step, and the pain in his back abatedsomewhat. “Stop at the end of the bridge.” He couldonly assume that she was keeping the gun (if that waswhat it was) pointed at him. His stomach wrung itself. “All right,” she said, coming up quickly behind him.“Now walk down.” She indicated the bank. “CAREFULLY,”she added. “I mean it. You try to run and… and, I’llblow your fucking head. As I looked up towards him to question what he meant I noticed a rather large bulge in his pants and it was pointed straight at me. After I got my eyes unglued from his crotch, I looked up at him and asked him what got him so excited. He pointed to my shorts and said your ass looks really good in those shorts and I really enjoyed our last time together. I hadn’t realized that I had put on my nylon exercise shorts and they had a tendency to ride up into my ass; especially since I almost never. I climbed up on top of the workbench taking the tools from her and started to arrange them on the shelves that they had come from. Again I felt Mom's hands around my waist. This time my back was to her so there would be no repetition of what happened this morning. I became aware of her hands intentionally advancing round to the front of my jeans. They stopped at my belt and she immediately undid my buckle.I just froze there to embarrassed to think straight. It was getting hard to do since I.