As I approached his office, I heard Mom's voice."Ooh, oh—gosh—oh yeah Chris lick my pussy -— that's it, lick your mama's wet pussy. That feels s... good, oh oh oh yeah, I'm cumming Chris, drink it—drink your mama's cum right out of her pussy."I wasn't about to walk in on my mother masturbating, so I padded back upstairs and waited for her to come up and check on me. I listened to music in the meantime.About 30 minutes later, she knocked and came in"Oh, you must be feeling better, you. "Yes. I did tease him. I seem to have found an exhibitionist streak in me. I kept turning slightly and leaning forward showing him just a little bit more of my breast. He seemed to like it."Sylvie burst out laughing. Repeating Marion's last words."He seemed to like it! Oh Marion, that is the understatement of the century. He would have loved it." Sylvie was quiet as she sipped her coffee. Then she asked. "Where do you want to go from here? I mean with Guy."Marion had already thought about. The sound of breathing was like the most beautiful music in the world, and with that music in my heart I squatted over her with my hands on her shoulders, shaking her gently.Her eyes fluttered open and her mouth made motions, but no sound came out. I smiled down at her, and she looked up at me in confusion. Then her eyes traveled down from my face over the rest of my body, and I realized that I was straddling her with my hard member jutting out for anyone to see. When her eyes got there they. “Sure did. But I was way young. That’s why you don’t remember me.”They walked up the stairs.“Here’s the master bedroom. Large bath, two walk-in closets,” Jessi was back in sales mode.“Is this a joke,” Joe huffed.“No. Why?”“I remember an Emily in Coalston on Hackey Road. I don’t remember her babysitting. She had a son and I’d take him Kit Kats when I went over.”“I know,” Jessi added matter-of-factly. “Do you think this is enough closet space?”“How do you know? Were you a neighbor?”“No.”“Then who.