“And its a sin ... illegal as well ... and it would ruin all our lives!”Was she talking to me or to herself? “I love and desire you mother.”�...Stop saying that!” She hissed, her face looking furious, her voice sounded threatening.Mother was never a beauty - there was nothing about her that would attract male admirers if they had not taken the time to get to know her. She was a gentle polite caring woman - small of stature, perhaps once cute of face. And though our time together, talking. A less sophisticated author would just say ... the shit hit the fan.Priscilla Hardy happened to be the adjustor who was approached by a very timid young man named Paul, who was an intern with the company that summer and who had been asked to take over the front desk by Missy Walker, the receptionist, so she could go get a cup of coffee. Most people just sent Paul to get them things, but Missy had been there ... had that T shirt ... and was almost militant about not making the interns "step and. I could hardly contain myself as I started dressing; first I pulled on my black teddy and sat down to pull my stocking s up. After attaching to the garters on my teddy, I pulled up my sexy black thong. I tucked my balls inside my body and pulled my cock back and wrapped my sack around it. I then pulled the thong all the way up; making sure everything was being held where it should be. That being done I had a perfect looking camel-toe, and being happy with that I slid on my black five inch ankle. That’s when I remembered his surprise. I didn’t have his number, but I knew his house as he lived nearby. I went straight to his house and rang the doorbell. He opened the door and said, “I thought that you won’t show up. Thanks for coming.”“You’re gonna tell me what it is, or I break your jaw?” I asked.“Cool down, cool down, come in,” he said and closed the door. His house was huge and luxurious. The TV in their living room was almost 80 inches. It was a duplex-type house. He went upstairs,.