" I thought you were an expert?" he queried, "What would be the problem translating?" Nobody is ever a real expert in any language they learned after ...he age of five," she answered tartly, "But I expect I am as good as most. I am, however, rather busy as Professor of Classical and Modern Arabic here at the university." I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply..." his voice tailed off.'Score one for the academics versus the politicians, ' she thought, smiling to herself.After a short silence which she. I looked at her madly for a moment, and then words flew out of my mouth.“What did you say? Didn’t you remember that you were my mom when you asked me that stupid question? Why didn’t you slap me when I held your waist? Instead, you smiled shamelessly and naughtily.”“And you didn’t remember that you were my mom when I was grinding your ass with my dick. You didn’t remember that you were my mom when I was secretly playing with you behind your husband’s back for the past month. You didn’t remember. And Mrs. Darrel Hoskins; Mr. and Mrs. Brice Anderson; Mr. John Coulter, attorney at law.I could hear Linda and Audrey talking as I finished. I knew they moved from the kitchen to the couch in the living room. I wished I could hear what they were saying but in the end it really didn't matter. I had taken my stand and there would be no negotiations.I went into mail-merge and addressed an envelope and a copy of the letter to my parents, Linda's parents, and our family attorney. I stuffed and. She had long muscular legs since she ran track. She had the narrowest waste and her ass was perfect. She had b cup breast and they fit my hand perfectly. I had known her for a while but she was my ex-girlfriends best friend so she was pretty much off limits. But for some reason she and I continued talking like none of that mattered and for the first time I started to look at her as more than a friend. I started dropping hints about how I wanted to fuck her and she would drop some hints.