"I wanted to, I mean, that is, Mom wanted me to invite you to dinner. She says she owes you a dinner." That's nice but I don't think it would be a goo... idea. Mike, your step-dad, and all." Mom said, I wasn't to take no for an answer. You don't want to get me in trouble? Tomorrow night? Before the play?" Well, I'd hate to disappoint your mom." You are so cool," she said, hugging me and planting a kiss on my lips. "Gotta run."I watched her cute little ass as she ran up the stairs. Damn I liked. If he had not been so angry, she would have been as tasty a bride as a man could wish for.Her face was conventionally pretty and her jet black hair framed it perfectly. Her breasts were young, plump and firm, needing no support, with proud little nipples which a touch of rouge emphasised nicely. The belly, pouting mons veneris, and the crack between her thighs had been shaved or plucked so clean of hair that Ramzy El-Najjar could imagine it had not yet grown any and the inner edge of the lips. "I need to fuck my husband," Vanessa whispered in my ear. "Just a quickie to quench my desire. My pussy is so wet for you, baby." We sneaked off, found an elevator and were on our way up to Room 501. Groping and making out as the elevator kept rising, not caring if the doors opened and we were caught going at it. Finally reaching our floor, we proceeded to the room. Swiping the key card then carrying Vanessa over the threshold. Continuing to kiss passionately as her hands undid my pants. "Sit. When it broke up, would she leave? He needed her to help with Jeffrey. If the inevitable breakup was nasty, she could tank his career. Sexual scandal was a sure-fire way to end a career, these days.He decided he was being ridiculous. No eighteen year old girl would want to become his lover. Her hormones were just going crazy. He’d keep things on the cool side and, eventually, her biochemistry would level out. This infatuation with being able to produce milk might go by the wayside, too. It was.