I smiled and greeted her, “Hello; are you Bradley’s mother?”“Why yes, I am?” Her voice was gentle and cultured; her eyes the same brown as B...ads. I held out my hand to her, and hers came gently into mine, “I’m Amber Jones; your son knocked on our door the other morning to borrow some milk; he told me you’d moved into 504.”“Oh Mrs Jones! Yes, that was most kind of you;So sorry I’ve not had time to thank you!”“Well yesterday your son Bradley kindly carried up my groceries from my car, which was. It was too good to turn down. Cam and I compared notes, and there was no way I'd be able to join her abroad; we'd be apart for more than five weeks. But one of my offers was from New York City Opera. It wasn't great—Rance in Girl of the Golden West, one of Puccini's more forgettable ventures with one of his more forgettable baritone roles, and, interestingly, Enrico in Lucia, the role I'd started with so many years ago in college. Not plums, but I'd be doing bona fide leads in one of the. All the sudden I hear Deb say What are you doing?We were leaving for Indianapolis the next day and since we had a kid free evening Lilly and I went up to the local bar to hang out and drink a few beers. She was looking very sexy this particular evening. She was wearing a short jean skirt and a white tank top that showed off her soft curvy body so well. About half way thru the evening and after we both had several beers a piece a couple we know Ted and Deb came in. See Lilly and Ted had been. "So, lets just leave these pajamas off and, oh, my look at you, Andrew. You boys certainly have a lot of these urges, don't you? You're having them again." I'm sorry, I try not to, it just happens." Oh, I know it does, it's natural, that's all. We'll just have to do it all over again." Can you use some hand lotion, I'm a little sore there. You can get it in my mom's bathroom." Okay, be right back."She came back with a dollop of lotion on her hand and began to rub it up and down on my cock. Oh,.