I stood there looking at her tight little body for a minute or two and then just walked by the doorway on my way to my room. "Billy!" I heard yelled o...t as I walked by. I stopped and took a few steps back and said "Yea." Hanna then asked me, "Do you got any weed?" "I got a little, why you ask?" I said smugly. "Think we could smoke a little when i'm done showerin'? Hanna said softly. "I only have a little bit but I think we can all get high off of it." "Sounds good," she replied. I went to my. 'How about you all remove your shirts now too' I suggested. My mother's eyes met mine. She had that same 'bunny in the headlights' look I was getting used to. Where her inner confliction was obvious. Her sense of modesty was being eaten alive by her uncontrollable sexual appetite. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and slowly raised it over her head, exposing a very sexy white lace bra, through which her gorgeous nipples were clearly visible. Erect, and enticing. She wordlessly turned to face. "I could fall in serious love with you, Rose. I don't know how this love stuff works, really. Rhonda was trying to explain it to me. I just know that when I'm with you, even if we're not touching like this, that I can't think of being without you." I felt her hand touch my stiff cock. She didn't grab it or rub it. She just held it in her hand. Somehow that act of just holding made it even more sensual. I wasn't trying to rub her nipples or anything, either—just holding her soft flesh in my. Richard knew that his father held substantial interest in shipping and foreign trade, but he had never known him to be so well connected. Richard followed the sound maxim to watch, listen, and keep his mouth shut unless spoken to. He vaguely understood some of the issues due to the lessons Mr. Rawlings had given him.He looked at his grandfather. The old man looked back at him with a twinkle in the eye and smiled. Richard realised that the old man was even more clueless about the discussion..