Had what just happened, really happened? Was I hallucinating?How could she? My thoughts drifted off. Somewhere around ten o'clock Mom came home. "Joan... come here sweetheart,"she called to me from the kitchen. I wiped down my guitar and slowly mademy way into her inner sanctum. "I had a long talk with your Aunt Vivian,"she informed me."She's no Aunt of mine," I replied in anger. The tears began flowing yetagain."Joan, she's beyond sorry for what she did. She wanted to run after youas you were. I started moving my hand from downwards to upwards. I touched each and every corner of her back, shoulders and specially her white bra. Most of the time I was moving my hand over her bra and sometimes I was also playing with the hook of her bra, at this moment she was little reluctant as she was nervous that her bra will get undo, so on this reluctance of her I controlled myself (which was little difficult).On this, she was getting completely wet on the other hand my penis was also rock hard,. Oh and then she had what she longed for, her lover slowly entered her moving in and out of her making her moan with pleasure! They looked into each others eyes the entire time. This was usually a difficult thing for her to do. But his eyes held her captive. She wanted to look at him. She wanted him to see her… all of her. He couldn’t believe how wet she was. Did he realize it was because of him? How could he possibly have known it was from countless nights fantasizing about their meeting? He. 'J & J Personal Training Service' was printed on the front and backs ofour workout tee shirts. The business was beginning to take off finallyafter the infusion of cash from the government and the new legalidentities for the both of us that we insisted include degrees inphysical fitness. I sighed. Taking care of my muscles required a discipline that I didn'tknow that I had. As I said before, that damn machine had given us bothwhatever it took to be successful bodybuilders. As a woman I'd worked.