I knew I couldn't go back so I just asked her and it didn't go so well. Not that she was upset with me, but more that she was just as awkward feeling ...s I was now. Needless to say lunch was a disaster.This is just what happened recently. I supposed it also doesn't help that I talk about my mother a lot, but I'm not a Mama's boy or anything, she just literally is my last family member still in the same city I'm in, so she's close by. I can still picture her to be honest and secretly I've. It bothered the dickens out of me, so on the way home I stopped and had a copy made. I guess I could have just ask her, but for some reason I didn’t. For the next two months I walked around with that odd key in my pocket.The first Tuesday of every month is poker night. This month is was at Parker’s apartment. Jeff Parker was the Human Resource Manager at Edison Pump Works. We had known each other for over ten years. Parker was the only player in our group of six that was not married. The other. She gave it a long lick along the shaft while looking in my eyes, then suddenly stood up and lay on her back pulling up her legs. Her ass was indeed huge, exposed like this and she had no panties on. A gorgeous wet pussy was glistening in front of me, and she moaned ‘Come on, what are you waiting for, put that cock in me, fuck me like you want to!’I placed my cock at her moist pussy lips, the tip barely touching her trembling flesh. Only our shallow breathing could be heard. ‘Come ONNN’ she. She was not college educated, having married so young, and she did not have the skills to go much further with his education, but she believed she could still teach him the more genteel things in life; like how a gentleman treated ladies, social graces, and of course manners. She prayed that he would actually need those skills one day.Walter, oh the other hand, was convinced that she was wasting his time. He believed the boy needed to learn survival skills; the things that would keep him alive.