She wheeled it around and back toward the Hansons’ place.“What are you doing,” I said, even though it was obvious what she was doing.“I left m... purse on the couch in the receiving room. Gotta get it,” she said. I sighed.“Okay,” I said. I knew better than to come between a woman and her purse.We pulled into the drive in no more than ten minutes from having left.I waved her off, Anna, and said I would go get it.I headed up to the door and was about to buzz the buzzer, but I noticed it was open,. If I didn't give her the answer she wanted, she'd keep at me until we wore each other down. The easiest way out was just to give her want she wanted, and be done with it. But despite the logic of the situation and my desire to be relieved of the pressure of having to give her an answer, I still couldn't get comfortable with the situation. It just didn't feel right.I thought about it some more while Mom stood a few steps away from my bed, looking at me with her eyebrows raised in. Thanks for the clothes, Mom. They're really beautiful; just what I wanted," Keira answered.Her mother smiled and glanced at Keira's neck. She reached out and touched the necklace with a finger. "This is beautiful. Is this what came by FedEx?" Yeah. It's from Seb," Keira responded."Keira, honey, is there anything you want to tell me?" her mother inquired, still touching the necklace."No."Her mother paused, smiled gently, "Keira, don't lie to me. I don't deserve it."Keira wrestled with the urge. “Mine to use until I'm finished. She kisses me, letting her tongue wander into my mouth. “Just a little instrument for your own pleasure,” she says. I pull her off the counter and spin her around. I bend her over the sink and pull her shirt down, letting her breasts spill out. I study them carefully in the mirror like they'll be on an exam tomorrow. I rub each of her nipples roughly, inspiring them to rise into hard knobs. I put my feet between her and spread her legs. I push her skirt up.