They stayed like that for several minutes. His arm tightened around her."Tim?" Yes, Wendy?" I ... I d-don't th-think I've e-ever b-been happier in m-m... life." Nor have I since ... since..." I know."There was a long silence while Tim's mind raced. Jane had released him. He was extremely fond of Betty but this little girl ... She was sweet, gentle, intelligent, fun and she loved him. He loved her!"Wendy?" Mm?" I love you."Wendy stiffened momentarily and then she pushed back from him, her eyes. As he passed, she realised the man was me, and so felt comfortable enough to follow me down, and let me know that I had been seen. All the time that she was explaining her presence, I had remained with my back facing her, head turned also in her direction, in some display of modesty. Her easy attitude emboldened me to turn towards her, and put my manhood in clear view.I had been an exhibitionist for many years, but her reaction left me dumbfounded. More so was the fact that her reaction seemed. You and I have much to talk about," my mother says, in her “Don’t give me any crap” tone. I sigh and walk straight to my closet. I pull out my jeans and my tank top, not bothering to look at her. "And what exactly would you like to discuss mother?" I ask while putting on my clothes. "What isn't there to talk about? Ella, everyone saw what you did to Michael! You humiliated him and me! Luckily I managed to convince everyone that you are an angry drunk and you must have had too many drinks. Why. "Please, Sinead, I can't." Touch me," I repeated, lowering my arse, brushing it against her knees."Please, stop, we can't, I can't, get off me!" Touch me," I said for the final time, collapsing into her lap. I busied my hands in her long, ginger locks and turned my head around to look into those beautiful eyes.Silence.Fuck, had I blown it?I felt a twitch in her hips, and then it happened."Fuck yes," she growled into my ear. Before I knew it her lips and tongue were dancing all about my neck,.