I didn’t know why I had said what I did, perhaps it was unfinished business with the pair of them perhaps it was just opportunistic. I wasn’t expe...ting that they came to my room and I have to admit I was hoping that they would not. It was nine fifteen when I heard a knock on the door. I smiled and opened it. Brigitte was in the doorway with Steve, both of them grinning. Steve held out his hand and I shook it. “We have drinks,” he said as he held up a half empty bottle of wine. I nodded for them. He is like a teddy bear, I love him. What is that cracking sound? What have I done? Irelease my grip of him and stand up. That's not my father.Who is he? What did I do, I think to myself as I look upona brutally mangled corpse lying in the dark alley. Then everything was dark. With a gasp I wake up from a horrible dream. I canremember it with clarity. Was it just a dream? I'm not sosure I can tell anymore. I've been having dreams and flashes since it happenedtwo nights ago. Since I... since I. He usually let her control their little sexy times together.Philip loved the contrast in Beverly -- in the way she dressed for work there in his office complex and the way she conducted herself around him. From outward view, Beverly looked and dressed like the normal executive secretary. She was wearing a very nice, professional looking business suit with a jacket, skirt, and a white blouse underneath -- but if she were to take off the jacket and the skirt, you'd see that she was wearing a very. She suddenly opens the door ( no lock) and sees my naked body, I was flabergasted. She then held my hands and grabbed my biceps saying how they look red and tired and said that I needed a massage. She then went into the kitchen to get some oil and asked me to sit on a chair. I asked if its ok, for that she said how she's sex less and desperate, I, as a good son, accepted her offer and went on to the massage.It's a nice smelling coconut oil, she kneeled in front of me and poured some in my head.