I'm sorry." I'm not sure I want to hear any more," Mom said."Did you put any antiseptic on it, or any mellsporin cream?" I didn't know what to do," Mr.... Baker. "I cleaned it real good and put bandages on them." There's more than one?" she asked."A few," I said, "But they'll be all right in a day or two." Take that shirt off and get into my bathroom." MOM," I yelled, I'm not wearing a bra." Too bad," she said. "Cover yourself up but get in there. Jennifer, you too."Jennifer damned near laughed. Her mound felt amazing as I kissed her softly.caressing her warm wet breast .i began pulling her nipple. Licking her slowl and soft. Massaging her breast as I melted into her breast suckling her slowly...suckling her slowly. Stroking and pinching her mound. Massaging it softly. Nibbled her breast gently.caressing her tenderly.pecking her breast as I massaged caressing her softly. Suckling her breast licking it circling her warmth in kisses and pulling slow. Biting.’ Yes’ she growled.. as I felt. “On the flight in, sure. Other than that, the office where I work, the hotel, city square and a few restaurants.” “Great! So this will be a treat, I get to show you around.” Driving to her place she acts as both driver and tour guide, gabbing the whole way there. We arrive in a small hamlet and stop in front of a little house. “Here we are, home sweet home.” “It looks lovely.” “Thank you.” She opens the door and we walk into the living room. You can instantly tell a woman lives here.. His bed was unmade and there was a laundry hamper was filled with dirty laundry right next to it. On the top of the hamper lay his sweat soaked shirt, shorts and briefs from our afternoon together, crumpled into a heap. I felt electricity shoot down my spine just looking at them. biting my lip. What was wrong with me? I need to something to distract me from the thought of Mr. Adams hot sweaty laundry. I sat on the edge of his bed and looked around. What to do? I decided I'd watch a movie. He.