We just get on with living,” he said.“Ron, I need you. We have to be able to see each other,” she said. He gave her a look.“Yes,” he said. �...�Half a loaf is better than absolutely nothing, but it cannot be scheduled and predictable. If we continue to see each other it will have to be on the quiet of course, but very occasionally and not predictable. My brother isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he’s not blind. And the fallout from being caught would be catastrophic.” She nodded her. I, for my part, joked right back at her, staring pointedly at her nipples and asking if she was cold. I would also come up behind, cup her breasts and ask how big they were today. She got used to having me cup her breasts while my erection poked her back, and she’d often put her hands over mine, and squeeze. We reveled in the intimacy of it, but we never took it farther then a little mutual touching. We both knew it was the sight of her body that had me constantly hard, and I fantasized that it. During a night we were both spending at our sweet, warm home apartment, he told me he has to go on a business trip that requires a conference for a full day and night, if I would accompany him, he would make it three days or longer, claiming we have never travelled abroad ever since our relation was strengthened and changed from pure business to a partnership, an intimate relation and pleasure.I approved of it, and it was arranged to go to that country two days ahead of the conference, he said. And she meant it. She had not realized how much she missed this kind of touch. And although she never in a million years expected it would come from her son, her body was electrified.His mother's words prompted Ryan to move further. He turned his hand over. Palm down, he slid it to his mother's hip. He couldn't believe he was touching her in this way ... touching Any woman in this way for that matter. She felt so soft and wonderful. Ryan did what he had been wanting so much to do. He allowed.