I felt her tits knowing how she loved to have them played with. We broke from the embrace and moved to the couch in the living room. This was one hot...Mom and I could tell she was dying to tell me something.Mom began by saying how she had enjoyed the play the previous day and as I nodded affirming her feelings, she smile went large. I asked her what she liked and her answer aroused me instantly. She liked the way I took charge and then when I called her daughter a bitch, oh my gosh what a. And I left no opportunity to show my wits, knowledge and innocence (Mostly real). And then we were friends. Almost two weeks. She was gorgeous, wheatish not thin, not fat, 5’2 or 5’1, not sure, didn’t ask her, but deduced from the pics. I am, I don’t know, but okay, 5’10”, athletic on a bit thinner side.We were not a match in thoughts, almost always argued on every topic. Perhaps this intrigued us more to talk to each other. After 2 weeks, she stopped replying. And again, I was like, ok, that’s. "Well I'll be damned. Hello Melody how are you?" I asked."I am going good Sylvia. Meeting these guys has been a life saver for me. I get up at 5AM and start breakfast. Then I go to Sandhills community college. I'm taking culinary arts. I'm going to be a real fancy chef one day. Right now I just cook for these guys. Breakfast and dinner they fend for themselves for lunch." she said.Fend for themselves meant they didn't eat at all. If they had anything it might be peanut butter crackers. I didn't. Before too long Sarah comes in with some friends, and they mingle. Everyone is having a good time. A couple hours into the gig, I'm asked to stop playing for a presentation for whatever it was they were raising money for. Cindy says it's going to be a good half an hour, so we might as well go to her office to get the check.We take the walk down the hallway to her office. She has a wine glass in her hand. She's clearly a little tipsy, as am I. She makes some idle chit chat about how much she is.