“We don’t discuss your gadget or my weight. I put on a few pounds. It happens.”“No, Mom. It’s not just you.” Patrick was talking very fast... “Look at Mrs. Epman. Her boobs are ... different than last week.”“What has gotten into you, Pat?” Susy’s eyes narrowed. She was this close to smacking her own son across the cheek.“I see what’s going on here.” Paget stood and walked across the room to Susy and put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll finish the session privately with Patrick. I know just what to. I think she saw my eyeballs turned sideways.Strangely, I was not embarrassed. I pretended like nothing happened, finished making my coffee and then walked out. But I didn’t go down after that and it was the end of the pink blouse episode.Tomorrow I will conclude. No more steamy stories, I think you would get bored if I told you anymore. But I will conclude with what I think and what I did.But it would be something like do you really believe there’s such a thing as accidental boobies (I.e nip. I feel you getting more and more turned on, and my hand slides down your belly, to the edge of your panties, and down between your thighs, feeling the warmth pouring from you. My fingers start to slowly caress your clit through the fabric of your lacy panties, and the fabric is soon damp with your sex. My fingers climb back up to your waist, and now slide back underneath the fabric, quickly finding your clit, which I start to slowly rub in a circle, two fingers on either side in a tight. Except for a tightening of her arms around me there was still no response from Cindy.I tried to ease my weight off of her but her arms remained clasp tight around my back. She was having difficulty breathing and I became concerned. "Are you okay?" I asked and was rewarded with a faint smile."Never better," she whispered."You didn't come, did you?" Oh, Sammy. I had two nice ones and then a big one. Didn't you hear me? I'm sorry. I thought you heard me."I lifted myself up so she could breathe.