Even if she rejected me, at least I tried to strike a conversation. Taking a deep breathe I took the plunge and turned to face her slightly. "How are ...ou finding the course?" I asked. At least I didn't sound as nervous as I felt. My voice sounded steady, so that was a good sign. "Very interesting," she said. "But very enjoyable. I'm loving it so far." She smiled at me, a welcoming grin that was full of confidence and I almost lost it again and started shaking, but I managed to control myself.. She enjoyed being seen in a flashy car, and of course she enjoyed the convenience of getting from place to place, but cars had never been one of her main interests. This left Greg and her with little to talk about, but she wasn't dating Greg for his conversational skills. She thought that by now he would have realised that, but no, he was still trying to engage in small talk, or maybe he was lost in the sound of his own voice, droning on and on about his stupid car...Richelle had to admit that. His friend grabbed the other leg with one hand and hesitantly touched my glistening thigh with the other. As he slipped a finger inside me I groaned and wiggled. The feel and sight of them both fingering me was incredible and I arched and came with a shuddering sigh. Master yanked on my leg and stepped back, I yelped at the sudden loss of their fingers as I slid off the bed landing on my knees in front of them. It was all happening so fast, and I gasped and panted, trying to catch my breath. " "Look Mom, you are a beautiful sexy woman. I'm not going to apologize for enjoying looking at your naked body. I am a man after all, just because you're my mother doesn't mean I can't appreciate your loveliness." She smiled, took a sip of beer and changed the subject, "Did you tell your boss you were bringing a date to the Sweetheart Supper?" I grinned around the pizza I had just shoved into my mouth, "Uh, huh." I chewed and swallowed quickly, "I sure did. I told him I was bringing a gal from.