"You thinking about me?" she asked."Yes," he managed to say."Do you have any idea how hot I got with you rubbing your pole against me?" No." Did you b...ing protection?" she asked as she stroked."Yes." Good. I brought a new nightie. It's black silk and lace with tiny see through panties. I can't wait for you to see it, just as I can't wait until you're inside me," she informed him.Between the description of her nightgown, the movement of her hand and her admitting how bad she wanted him, Mike. His tongue running over my teeth. His hands all over the soft skin of my back. He undid the bra quickly and got his hands on my breasts while still making out. My hands travelled down to his ass. Slipping my hands under your waist line I pushed down and his trousers came down with my hands leaving just his boxers. I slid out of my skirt and we lay making out in our underwear until he slid his hand into my panties and started to finger me. I pulled them off so he would have better access and. On her back, legs spread wide. Cuddled up next to him in his bed.The next morning, as they packed up the campsite and drove home, Eddie started making plans for his mother.He decided to take his mother from his weakling father.If you had asked her, Patricia couldn't say when the flirtation started, or who initiated it. To her it was the kind of thing that just was, and had been as long as either could remember. Eddie always seemed comfortable teasing his mother in ways that should have been far. . and being a cop was always dangerous. We were reminded of that fact in a very undesirable fashion. I was at home one morning, when the phone rang. Now, any time the phone rings while Kamsy wasn't home, my mind immediately assumed, if only for a split second, that the worst had happened. My logical self dismissed that feeling as pessimistic, and that would be correct nearly every time. However, one of those calls had been bad news already. How many times does it have to happen before pessimism.