We get a coffee from downstairs but decide to take it up to our room, Icarry her bag and leave it in the room before going downstairs for mysuitcase a...d make up kit. I place this down and go to the toilet that Ihad been needing for what seemed like an age and then sit down to enjoymy coffee. As with all her sessions she starts off with a talk, to easethe nerves and get to know each other some more, she hints that I shouldbe using proper etiquette when messaging so from here on out i will. I sat in the chair in a way that my dick would be visible from some angle. When my wife is not home, Shali would take care of other things such as cleaning the floor. She came and I was busy reading the newspaper, No.. Was Hiding behind a newspaper and watching what she is doing. She reached my chair area and she was in the “line of sight” of my dick. She saw it. She didn’t show any expressions. Didn’t look at me. I had noticed that she had taken a good look at it. She didn’t object too.. I was. And dinner smelled delicious. She made some amazing italian meatballs and stuffed shells. It was so good. After dinner she wanted to watch a movie. So we got comfy on the couch and started to watch something she snuggled close to me and we started to talking not really paying attention to the movie. She lights up a joint and we pass it around. Now im getting hungry again so i ask what was for dessert. She smiles and hops up and goes to the fridge and come back with a can of whip cream. And. .. "He's... he's... gone." Janice's lower lip began to tremble. Tears welled up in her big blue eyes and began to rain down onto her cheeks. She had blown it. She was truly alone now... alone and lost. She had told herself she would do what every it took, and then she goes and ruins it all."Why did he have to ask that from me... why... why... " Janice felt it terrible. Not because of what her son had asked, but because of what she had said. After all it wasn't her son she should be blaming,.