I could rationalize that it was just going to be an innocent continuation of our conversation. I actually had no idea where this was going, though. Wh...t I did know at that particular moment in time was that I would never have forgiven myself if I didn't go back to her room to find out. We sat down on the couch in her suite, and she offered me half of a soft drink that she had in her refrigerator. The conversation picked up where it had left off, but went to yet a much deeper level for about. She is wearing mid-thigh length, loose fitting shorts, a shirt and shoes. Her hair is up in a ponytail, totally different than how she looked in the bedroom a week ago.She is alone. Alan knows this because once again he saw her husband leave early this morning before Alan even went to work. That happens occasionally. Most times Alan is home in the afternoon before the man is leaving. He assumes that later flights must cost less or something. He doesn’t know because he doesn’t ever fly, unless. As she turned I could see she was still thoroughly out of temper. "Right," she said impatiently. "Let's get on with —"The anger vanished from her face. Her jaw dropped and her eyes, widening like saucers, focused on my immense throbbing erection. Suddenly she was unsteady on her bare feet; she swayed a little, then her legs gave way and she landed with a thump on her knees. She did not collapse any further: for a few moments she simply knelt there, a few feet in front me, stark naked and. " He likes to take them into his mouth and suck them and lick my nipples. First one, then the other." And you like to let him?" Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Mom, it feels just wonderful! Heavenly! I can hardly breathe when he's sucking on my nipples! We do it for hours. I feel so...warm toward him then. I hold his head in my arms and I feel so...wonderful!" Now, that's just my point, sweetheart. I'm so glad for you! Could you do that with Jim if you were a boy?" No, there's nothing I'd want him.