”Angel said something to Rosalia in Spanish. Rosalia responded in kind.“She doesn’t want to do that,” Angel said. “She has no idea where he ...ight be or even if he is there anymore. She would like to stay here, at least until things settle down.”“She is welcome to stay with me,” I said. “I’ve got that big house all to myself, but she may feel more comfortable staying with you. You know, with girls being here and all.”Angel again spoke to Rosalia in Spanish. Rosalia’s only response was to look at. In the room another couple were also waiting. I sat Trish down on the couch next to them and I took the only other seat, a rather battered armchair. We had only been there a couple of minutes when the young girl came and told the other couple that their cab had arrived.The warmth of the room and comfort of the old chair soon made me dropoff to sleep. I 'came to' and as I opened my eyes, I could see a black guy and a white guy bending over Trish who was now lying down. I pretended to still be. " He gave me an evil grin as his hands reached out for my breasts. I didn't stop my son; I wanted him to touch them. I wanted to feel his young, teenage hands fondling my large breasts. Alex didn't disappoint me as he fondled them, squeezing them before he started to pull on my hard nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned with approval as his hands worked all over my mounds. Alex kept up this manual pleasure for a few minutes before I suddenly felt the tip of his tongue flicking across my. She thought about the lasting friends she had made at Queen Anne's. Five of them had been fired with ambition and over drinks in the Student's Union bar, or during the occasional all-girl pub meal on a Friday evening they had confided their hopes and fears. They all wanted different careers, but most of all they wanted personal success in a man's world. Of the five of them, Megan was the only one to take additional degrees. Her Masters and then her BSc, a Bachelor of Science for her Political.