"Please, my Lady, sit," he invited urbanely. "We may find ourselves as opponents, but that should not preclude courtesy when we find ourselves with ti...e and opportunity to chat. The humans should not get here for another five minutes or so; I had some colleagues arrange some obstruction to give us time to talk."I looked at the others at the table and pulled the chair out far enough that I could tip it over backwards if I needed room to maneuver. I was now very glad I resisted Grandmother's. He pulled away. Now I remember... He's not interested in me. I don't even look at him. Embarrassed that I just caressed my ass against my coworker, I grab the juice I came down for and quickly turned to leave. But there he stood, facing me in front of my exit. I pretended that I didn't notice him blocking my way and went to exit anyway.“Do you need anything else?““No. I think I got it.““Are you sure?“Well I was sure I didn't need any other bar supplies but something gave me the feeling. When the table had been cleared Sharifa had a surprise for mother and daughter. “The night is still young. How would you both like to go clubbing with me?” she asked.“What?” Gwenllian and her daughter asked in unison.“I have nothing to wear,” Gwenllian protested.“Nor have I,” said Nicola.“The dress you have on is quite adequate, Mrs. Price. As for you Nicola, you’re about my size. I’m sure we can find something in my wardrobe.” said Sharifa.Gwenllian had changed into a green three quarter. I then snapped a photograph of it with my phone. The picture was perfect. My dick occupied the entire screen. I sent it to my mom. No text, just the photo.It took my mom a good twenty minutes to respond. She was probably at a loss for words. What does a mother say to a son who has just sent a picture of his cock? Her words were simple, coy, and noncommittal. "I don't understand what's going on between us," she wrote.I chuckled to myself. "It's quite simple," I wrote, "this is my cock. It now.