We ordered coffee and talked for almost 2 hours; time went so quickly, I enjoyed the time we had together. Let me describe her to you, she was around ....5 feet tall, very fair complexion, and had great assets.Since it became dark we said good bye to each other, but promised to meet regularly.After our meeting, we continued with emails 3 to 4 times a week. Our friendship grew stronger each day. She again sent me an email saying can we meet on Wednesday next week and spend some time together as. Perhaps she was right.The Bank was only two blocks away. Close enough that she could pause tolook into the window of the high fashion boutique and then the shoe shoparound the corner. Just the window. She could come back afterwards,when she had access to more money.The entrance to the bank was old and imposing, but not large. It was aprivate bank. Select customers. Discrete."Anna Thorsen," she introduced herself to the receptionist. "I am her tosee Kurt Wiesel." Kurt Wiesel, the bank. Repeat often. Patricia would for the most part watch, occasionally encouraging or coaching me, or telling the guy how good she bets it must feel; she was in a voyeur mood.Now, normally I prefer just having a guy or two over with time for a lot more variety, but tonight I was in the mood for sucking and swallowing. Actually, I am almost always in the mood for that when it comes to playtime, but let's just say that I had an extra large appetite that evening.So, getting myself ready--one last. As I reached there I came to know that he was not there….. I went my other friend’s house and hung out with him……But after an hour I left…..As I approached my home I saw a bike parked in front of the house….The bike had the emblem of mom’s showroom…. I thought it maybe her assistant who had come with some files to mom….So I thought not to disturb mom…. I slowly opened the back door and tip toed inside… As I approached the living room … I saw mom passionately kissing a young man of nearly 23.