She was still in bed, sipping coffee out of a mug with the morning paper on her lap.She smiled at him. "Hello, sleepy-head, I've been up nearly an hou...." Morning, Mom." His cock was half-hard, hanging thick over his balls, and he stood there and let her look at it.She ran her tongue over her lips and called him over to the bed. When he reached her, she closed her hand around his cockshaft and fondled his twitching prick."You didn't come in here to play checkers," she said with a smirk. "You. This time I had the opportunity to get the apartment right above hers.The first two weeks started promising: plenty of things to do, rather good sessions and a good and healthy contact.Then slowly she lost appetite and the attention slowly disappeared till there was almost nothing left, besides two sessions a week of about two hours. I got very little to do, had absolutely no social interaction and got bored.I confronted her with that fact and she told me that I should never expect something. Inside it was light and warm as her, and I felt very comfortable. She offered me a drink as we moved to the couch, I smiled and declined; I was to nervous to drink, and would probably have spilled it anyway. We sat down, and for the first time since we started talking, I couldn't think of what to say. After a silent moment I looked over at her and was surprised by her leaning in. I closed my eyes just in time as I felt her lips touch mine. They were as soft and full as they had looked. It was a. I have confirmation on the Lincoln agent for the incident of the twenty third of April was current Agent Jessica Dubois ... Yes, sir. I asked as you directed. She reacted as expected ... He’s a good normal kid, struggling to make ends meet in a house too big for him in a terrible situation. Our first meeting went well ... They will, probably pretty soon ... Agent Dubois doesn’t seem to like Nathan or me ... Just a little, sir ... Understood, sir ... Yes, sir ... Respectfully, fuck off, sir ....