She didn’t immediately reply but then, almost as a ‘well I have to seek assistants’ gave a sigh. “I really don’t know what to do Warren and ...hen you invited me for coffee I felt as though I could get your assistance”.“Oh! In what way?” he questioned. She paused before answering for she was unsure how he would respond or how well he knew her cousins and would he tell them that she was now seeking his assistance, especially in where to stay in the city that she hadn’t been in for nearly two. He said he like the feel of silky legs. Not wishing to make a scene at the table, I let him have his way. Actually, I got a little thrill out of his sneaky footsy game The dinner and speeches were over and the music had begun. I sighed that I hadn't danced in years. My son Mark asked me if I want to dance with him. I have always loved to dance, finding it romantic and sensual. But I didn't consider that I would transfer those feelings to my son.The couple of glasses of wine I had must have hit. I blushed and nodded and then looked down. "I thought you would. Come here." He beckoned to me and I got up off the loveseat and went over to him. "Did it make your pussy wet?" He asked and leaned forward, lightly grabbing me by the back of the thigh. Again, I blushed and nodded. He laughed his low and sexy laugh. "Good. Let me see." He leaned more forward and pulled me even closer placing his nose right at my crotch, rubbing it in between my pussy lips. I held in my breath with a vast mixture. I figured we would both just pretend the pictures never happened, but I was obviously very wrong. I cleared my throat, "Well, well. I'm not used to my friends getting such an eyeful," I said a little chastising. He'd forgotten what he'd told me repeatedly throughout our online conversations, which was that we were meeting as friends. He wanted me to know that he was interested in me as a person and as a woman. I believed his intentions were true, but I didn't want him to rush into something he.