When is our next visit?" He asked with a more serious look on his face."I am scheduled for Tuesdays and Thursdays 10:00 to around 12:00. So, I guess I...will see you Thursday?" Tracy said as she looked at her cell phone."Yes, that should be okay." He purposely looked dejected, hopefully she will leave his home with the impression that he still needs lots of help."Oh, poor dear!" She reached out and rubbed his shoulder and tilted her head to one side."Try to hold on until Thursday. I will be here. I was displeased and said warmly , accentuating my dialect and familiar to her accent , the one I let slip on only very intimate occasions “have we met before? ”, rolling my R and stressing the vowels. She parted her lips and gave me a deep inquisitive almost pleading look , and said carefully : “I don’t think we have” and then added almost in a whisper “Or I would have remembered”. I decided to keep with her scrupulous professionalism and did not press on the subject; instead. As soon as he came.One night I told my mom I wanted to make her feel good, too. Not just my dad. I think that came as a total surprise to both of them, but it seemed only fair to me, and to tell you the truth I found my mom's face and body every bit as attractive as my dad's. It went sort of slow at first, my mom was hesitant, but by the end of the evening she was naked on the couch, legs spread wide as I ate her pussy, delving my tongue deep inside her, sucking on her clit. I knew what to do. He started up his car and headed home to pick up a suitcase that he kept packed at all times; he would be on the road for a while he thought.So? What was the story with the woman? There was no evidence of Mike having a girlfriend but he pretty much kept to himself so who knew what the fuck he got up to? Had Mike left in the woman's car, crouched down below the car windows, unseen by the neighbour? Had they split up and gone their separate ways? Was the woman an accomplice or an innocent.