" I love you, daughter," her father murmured gruffly, and Iris reached out to stroke his hand."I love you too, daddy," she whispered tearfully.The day...drifted on its course and there was no sign of James.Iris and her aunt were sitting back in the waiting area, and neither of them seemed to want to talk much.It had been a draining day – with the hanging around, or being hooked up to give blood, and Iris rubbed absently at the vein in her arm, where the drip had been fixed."Don't mess with it,. He pulled away to finally get a view of her cute pert boobs nipples, which pointed slightly upwards. Bending down, he took her right nipple in his mouth, while gently massaging her left breast. ‘Mmmmm….. that feels good Cyrus. Oooohhh… yesss.’ She cooed softly. While still playing with her boobs, he moved backwards towards the bed and fell back, allowing her to fall on top of him, as he pushed back to the middle of the bed. She placed her knees on either side of him, and began kissing lower,. I had to take a deep breath and relax before I could answer.My sultry hello barely out, he blurted, "I'm probably going out on a limb here, but do you ever date younger guys?"Trying to sound nonchalant I answered, "As a matter of fact I do. How old are you?" I expected to hear twenty-seven or twenty-eight or something. But when he said he was twenty, almost twenty-one I about choked. What was I thinking? I was old enough to be his mother. Hell, my oldest daughter is almost the same age. I. That damn smell is back again but stronger this time, I can smell it all around me I realize. I begin to smell my shirt, and my hands thinking maybe it’s on me, perhaps I touched something and didn’t realize it. But nothing, it’s not me.I set my phone on the dash of my car since its rebooting and lean back into my seat, close my eyes and try to relax while letting out a long sigh. My sigh gets cut short as something covers my mouth pressing my head further against the head rest of my seat. I.