When I walked into the living room, Mom and Dad were talking. I knew something was wrong because: a) they stopped talking as soon as I walked in, b) t...ey were standing about a foot apart instead of sitting in their normal spots, c) Mom looked like she was about to cry, and d) Dad looked red-faced as if he'd been arguing.A smart son would have turned around and given them their space, but despite what Tami says, wisdom is not my strong suit.I stopped beside them and planted my hands on my hips.. Vicky then lifted her skirt and gave her pussy a spray too. “For luck.” Finally, she gave her hair a quick brushing and put on fresh lipstick. Vicky hurried to the door and cracked it open a little, hoping Dan would still be there. She had a date skip out on her one time before, while she was using the washroom. She was relieved when she saw Dan still seated, waiting for her.Dan heard the door close and admired Vicky’s figure as she returned to him. He was curious about her life story. Why such. Damn, she must be the mother of a teenage boy, because, for a brief moment, she sounded just like my mother. She had that mom voice down pat. “Do you have children, Nurse Maxwell?” I asked. It just slipped out; I wasn’t even thinking.“Why yes, I have three sons aged 20, 17, and 12. Why do you ask?”“Because you have that mom voice and attitude down pat. For a second, I was hearing my mom giving me those instructions. And believe me, you don’t disregard my mom’s orders.”“Oh son, I’m so sorry, I. ‘Oh, I’ll have to kiss it and make it better,’ she cooed. ‘I have a lot of other things that you can kiss,’ I said under my breath. ‘How do you do all of this?’ she asked. ‘do all of what?’ ‘the house, the furniture, the pictures on the walls?’ I told her that I had lost my sight when I was 28 years old, so I had sight for a long time. I continued that I may have lost my sight, but I had gained great vision and the vision of how things could look and how I pictured them to be. ‘do you do that.