He went off to pee, his mind unable to accept the change from mother and son, to lovers. Shaking his head as if to sort the muddled messages, his stre...m died, he shook it, looked at himself in the mirror, shook his head again this time in amazement then returned to her bed… no, not her bed, not his beloved mothers bed, it was now the bed, their bed… Still without a word he returned, opened that big old door, and mounted her once more. They both knew instantly it was to be a long sexual Sunday! . That's kind of rude. So I stuffed my saliva and cum cover cock and balls back through my fly, zipped up hurriedly, and stepped back out into the hallway, but I saw no one leaving. I checked the door to the stall where, whoever it was, had to have still been in it---but when I opened it, there was no one there. There was no other door way out of it. So I concluded that while I was zipping up my fly that whoever it had been had left!I was actually very curious to have seen who this other person. As soon as the heat of her body made contact with his bare legs, Mike knew it had been a mistake for him to wear these shorts. He also knew what was different about Emma. Her shorts were gone!! She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a little peck on the lips. "Let's go sit on the couch. It's got more room than this old chair," she said. Mike put one arm under her legs and the other around her back and stood up. He carried her, giggling, into the living room and sat back down on the. ''Well, as you always say, you'll have to cross that bridge when you come to it. At this point we have no idea what she's after. So far she hasn't reported anything, so she doesn't seem to have anything significant on you yet aside from the rantings of a crazy lady who tried to set fire to her own church. I know it's hard, but you are going to have to just relax and try to not let this get to you. I'll let everyone else know what's up. We'll discuss it and think if there's anything we can.