We've never been together just the two of us. Does that sound like what you're talking about?" Exactly!" Lauren says excitedly. "But I haven't acted o... any of this. Can you tell me how you and Mrs. Andrews started, who initiated it and how did you know the other person would be receptive?" Mom takes a deep breath and looks at Lauren."What I'm going to tell you cannot be repeated," Mom says. "I'm only telling you to help you understand your own situation. Is that clear?" Lauren readily agrees. He hung it in the closet and removed the rest of his clothes. He jumped into a pair of pajama pants from his suitcase and put them on, tying the drawstring at the waist. He thought about his robe, but it was too hot. He would forgo the pajama tops, too.The coldness of the tiled floor on the patio felt good on his bare feet. His manhood was hardening. He was determined to stave off the urgency that nature had visited upon him so soon. He poured himself a glass of champagne and quickly downed it.. We would have an amazing love making session, I would cum in her warm, shaved pussy and then she would ask me "Do you still want to do it?" in that small beautiful voice of hers. I would quickly reply in an embarrassed tone "No." After trying several times I noticed she was getting frustrated with offering, and me constantly refusing. After that I stopped asking.Several weeks later while we were driving in the car to the latest blockbuster and teasing each other about sex (it's our way of. You only did what I asked you to do. And I asked you to do it only because you needed it. You did the right thing. You've always done the right thing.? She was whispering, her voice dampened by the pain that was coursing through her body, but her words rang clearly in his ears. ?And you know something? I'm going to heal just fine. I'm going to set my nose straight and tape my lip together and bind my ribs up and in a couple of weeks or a month, I'll be as good as new again. And then you know.