I couldn't help but wonder if she was worried I might indeed have seen or overheard anything."Care for something cold to drink?" I'd asked hurriedly l...ading her back into the kitchen."A cold beer would be nice, if you have an extra one," she told me taking a seat at my kitchen table, which meant I'd be forced to walk over and hand her one."Why don't you grab us a beer, and I'll get the glasses," I said giving me a reason to remain hidden as I stood behind the kitchen counter on one side with. She didn't mind at all. Actually, it felt wonderful but she hardly wanted to admit that to herself. It was just her natural desire to comfort and please her son, in whatever way he needed. Well, not EVERY way he needed... right? Then again why not? What? What is she thinking?She decided to hold that thought. She broke her embrace, held his shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes and gave him a gentle, comforting smile. She leaned in to kiss his forehead.It was a simple light kiss but he. The door stood open as I carried my case into reception and there she was, waiting like a Praying Mantis."Well! It's Mr. Hammond again." She had over-emphasised the 'Mr.' making certain that she couldn't be accused of rudeness."Good afternoon Mrs. Winton. Yes I am back again. I have reserved my usual room." I didn't realise that you had a usual room. I have put you in room six. Will that be alright?" That wasn't an enquiry, it came across as a take it or leave it ultimatum. I took a deep. " I love the pyramid belt too, it goes great with the leather skirt." The belt I had hand made and I'm glad you like it." It's so hot." It makes me feel so special that you think I'm attractive" I want to make you feel special because you are."Liz says, "oh my God, awwww."Her sexy silk black stockings cover her legs down to her black leather converse sneakers. I hug and kiss her after not seeing her for a week. Her wet teaming tongue starts invading my mouth, French kissing me. I feel her hard.