Addy looked up from where she was sitting. The man who had spoken to her was smiling down at her, holding out a cup of wine for her to take. ‘Hello...’ Addy said gratefully, taking the drink. ‘I’m Lawrence Longfellow,’ he held out his hand as he sat down in the chair next to her. Addy shook his hand, which was big and warm. Addy inspected him from over the rim of her mug as she took a sip. He wasn’t especially good-looking, but at least he wasn’t old. He appeared to be only a bit older than. He laid his hands on my cheek and used his thumb to wipe off the tear. "I don't know what's going on and you don't have to tell me anything. Just to let you know I loved you and everything is okay." Those words made me feel so much better and I took my arms off around him to cover my face and started sobbing. He then twist his body around and grabbed my legs and lifted me to his lap and I felt like a little girl crying on his lap. My dad hugged me tighter and made my head rest on his chest. . Then all of a sudden, like a giant wave crashing against a cliff, the orgasm hit her."AAArrrgh, ffaaaack!!!"Liquid spurted from her vagina as she came, soaking her left hand and drenching her bikini bottom. All the muscles in her body stretched hard as wave after wave of orgasm wracked through her body. Never had she had such an intensive orgasm from masturbation. Was it because she knew her son was watching her that made it so intense? She didn't care. As she slowly came down from the peak. Most of the time, I was only too happy to oblige. Other times I'd find her chatting away on the phone, lying on our bed, having what she called "abso-fucking-lutely delicious" phone sex with some lucky guy that she insisted enjoyed it too, but only "for kicks from afar, so don't go jealous on me, lover."Then the right play came along and Carla dove into it with a dedication that I hadn't seen in her in sometime. Carla wore very little to these rehearsals -- a loose blouse tied carelessly at the.