At least his eyes didn't linger on her cleavage.Mark had been talking about a new product his company was developing, when Sandra realized Betsy knowi...g them both had other implications. "Oh, god, Mark, I just realized. Betsy is going to want to know how my date went."Mark smiled easily. "We're back to that, aren't we? Well, we can tell her the truth, unless we make love later."Sandra flushed. "She'll ask regardless. You are not getting into my pants. I'm your mother." You brought it up. What. What the gravel truck was doing out on a Sunday evening, she had no idea. Even though Jason hadn't agreed. Sunday was still quieter than any other day of the week historically speaking anyway.On a really slow night the staff took naps. On that Sunday night April being the boss, sort of, made the first attempt at a nap. It lasted for thirty minutes, until a patient come into the Clinic. After that patient left, there was time for the other two night shift workers to try to nap.The RN named. If I tried to&hellip, get to know them in a way only lovers can. Before I could answer a single one of those questions, the arousal that had gradually been growing within me became too much for me to handle. A powerful fantasy grabbed hold of me and dragged me away from the real world, refusing to release me until my surroundings had given way to an identical fantasy world. As soon as the fantasy started, I lost all inhibition. I knew nothing bad could happen to me, so I strode up to the two. I moan as he continues to discover more of my body. Mark’s hands move down to my torso and sides. He repositions me and begins to lick my feet and toes I squeal as he rubs my feet. Putting more oil on his hands, he strokes my legs. Up and down with long, slow strokes until he nudges my legs further apart. His fingers dance along my inner thighs and touch barely my bald pussy. My breathing is heavy as his fingers play with my clit. I raise my head, nod and smile to let him know that he must not.