" Stop helping," Mom instructed. I shrugged again. "What seems to be the problem this time?" Just Mr. Parker's continued persecution of me," I answere... before he could."This is not a persecution, it's a prosecution. Persecution is something completely different." He said with an air of superiority."Please don't lecture me on my word choice. I know the difference between persecution and prosecution. In fact I'd be happy to match my vocabulary against yours anytime." Tony, Mr. Parker is not. Arms up.”It takes me only a second to process what she means through my desire-fogged mind. I slowly raise my arms and feel her fingers grab the bottom of my dress and bring it up over my head. She brings the dress over to the same chair that my coat is on and drapes it over carefully.When she turns back to me, I can see my own desire mirrored on her face and she brings her gaze from my face, down to my chest, finally landing on the thin blue thong. The way she’s looking at me, bringing her. "We have work of course, but I seem freest." Heading back to your youth?" asked Joe."It's always a little weird going back to the Twin Cities. I've been there a few times mostly selling my books, but I rarely stay for more than a couple days. Of course having Felicity back in my life and talking to her mom will improve my enjoyment immeasurably." You plan on visiting your ex?" Maybe. I'm not sure about her husband though. I'm thinking about neutral ground with just Connie and the kids, maybe. I gently but firmly started massaging her shoulders and back with my firm yet gentle hands, after a while moving lower on her body to her buttocks and legs. It seemed to me that she really was trying to loosen up and relax with my firm yet gentle touch on her body. I asked her if she would like to roll over so that I could massage her front side after finishing her back. She slowly rolled over to her back, her nice firm breasts, approximately 38D, pointing upward toward the ceiling and her.