“Scott, Honey?” he heard his mother appeal through the door. “Is that you?”Scott cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he answered, trying to keep...his voice from wavering. “Didn’t know you were home, Mom.”“Can I come in?”He took a deep breath. “Yeah,” he invited.The door opened slowly. Scott’s mother poked her head in, an inquisitive, concerned look on her face. “Scott,” she addressed him, seeing his swollen, red eyes. “What’s wrong?”His manly countermeasures kicked into gear. “Nothing,” he. Breaking and entering would be easy even if I hadn’t discovered the location to her hide-a-key the previous week when she’d locked herself out and the place wasn’t armed with a home security system. It was a nice neighborhood, after all. I just wanted to take a look around and get a feel for her. See what music she liked, what movies she watched, what books she read. Maybe take a look in her closet and some of her drawers. I’d never once seen her wear a dress. I assumed she owned some.. . I can't let you go..." You aren't any of those things, you are lovely, caring and beautiful and I love you ... and I won't let you go. But right now, we need to dress and get some breakfast."Marty was woken by his mobile; the display reading 'Terry'. What could be the problem? He was a little slow surfacing and the call went to voicemail before he could answer. It took two attempts to return the call and he heard Terry's voice."What's the problem, Terry?" It's Annie, Marty. I think she needs. You stand up and let your skirt fall back bown has you give us both a smoldering look you reach behind you and lower the zipper on your skirt and with a slight wiggle of your hips it falls to your feet,still looking at us you step out of it your old friend starts rub his rock hard cock over his jeans a wet patch is beginning to form,you see what he is doing you ask him to "leave it alone for a moment and if he does wo will make it worth is while"When he takes his hand of his hard cock you hook.