" Sharon goes."I don't need that now - let's walk." Jim thanks Miss M, who tells himto be back on Tuesday.Sharon and Jim walk to Jim's house.Jim's Mom...is at the breakfast table, drinking coffee. She sees Sharonand Jim.Mom holds her tongue.Jim's Mom sees Sharon and Jim, holding hands. They look happy and shehas always liked Sharon. She sees the hair."Jim - is that yours?" she asks calmly."Yes, Mom - I like it. Miss M offered to get rid of it if I wanted butI decided to try it for now." Jim is. Ok, I'm not the type of guy to stare at my own mom's breasts but I noticed that they were noticeably bigger than I remembered. I was 100% sure it wasn't some push-up bra magic or any trickery like that to make them seem bigger, they were actually bigger.Truth be told my mom was always slightly bustier than the average woman, but this was much bigger than ever before so I surely wasn't imagining things.I was seriously confused at that moment ... did she get an operation? but when? just the day. ..”“Fuck off you bitch, you tricked me. You know I didn’t want this shit, fuck off and leave me alone.”“Suit yourself,”Michelle does not miss the irritation in her words and the observance gives her a small reason to smile. “Good, hope I really pissed off the bitch,” and she wonders what the time is, the only clock she has seen in the house is the one in the office earlier.For some reason the short interaction with the woman gives her the impetus, to stand to go and sit at the window and face. "Hello, sir my name is Cynthia... how can help you today?"As the days passed, Cynthia became more excited about the prospect of seeing her cowboy again. She called him her cowboy not only because of his deep southern accent but also his choice of dress. He wore tight Levi jeans, tight in all the right places and a checkered flannel shirt. Endorphins rushed over her jut thinking about him. Since their initial meeting she had used thoughts of him as her inspiration for her masturbation sessions..