He was right; the furniture was worn, the floors were rough and there was a closed-in feel to the place. The views, Main Street at the front and a par...ing lot at the rear, were depressing. A footlocker sat in the middle of the already cluttered living room and there was no place to walk in his bedroom. In addition to the bed, a dresser, his study desk, chair and computer stand; he had squeezed my gift, a hammock, into a corner next to a window that overlooked the parking lot.I exclaimed, saying. Something was drawing her here something over which she had lost control with each passing day. Whenever she thought of it she had a violent urge to give in. Till yesterday she had resisted. But today the urge knew no bounds. It had so completely and hopelessly taken over that she knew there was no way she could fight it. Right from the morning she had been in a trance. She had prepared breakfast for her husband, Rohit and seen him off for office all the time knowing at the back of her mind. Of course, I didn’t expect YOU to be here tonight, so that definitely throws me a curve.”“Well, mom, there’s a way we can keep this just between us”, he said as he made a big show of stroking his engorged cock.I knew exactly what he was suggesting, and while my first instinct was to reject the idea, what choice did I really have? “What do you have in mind?”“To start with”, he said, “come over here and stroke my cock while you tell me the whole story about how you and ‘Ben’ got started.”So, I. Ben patiently waited for her to finish calming before attempting to ask again what was bothering her so. When she felt sufficiently collected, she paused now to collect her thoughts. Ben had knelt down in front of her on the rug the bed sat on and placed his hands on her thighs just above her knee’s. He hoped the gesture was conveying understanding and concern and not sexual in nature. She looked into his eyes and saw not fear but felt genuine concern for her. She made a feeble attempt to.