‘I always see you in velvet’ he said, when I admitted velvet skirts were my favourite clothes for relaxation. A style left over from the swinging ...ixties. A time of love, peace and goodwill to all men. A time I wanted to be part of, but missed by several years, hating the torn t-shirts, safety pins and spiked hair of the punks who coloured my adolescence. I wanted to float, to dream, to spend time doing nothing except watch the sunrise and sunset and the glories which fall between. Life isn’t. She tried calling the girls, but first Terry and then his mother indicated in no uncertain terms that she would have no contact with them whatsoever. She was heartbroken. Angilee knew, however, that while Terry made a decent living, the costs of putting the girls through college would pose a huge financial problem, especially since his parents were retired and could help very little. Angilee, even after Donna's percentage was deducted, was now making over three thousand dollars a week, so. I just kept on till my mom said something that just shocked me out of it. She said “Kimberly! Listen to me I wanted last night to happen, I played as if you were forcing me so you felt in control, but the truth is.” Then she paused and her hands went on mine, pulling my hands away from my face. I was shaking still from crying so hard, but I looked directly into her now tearful face, tears running down each side. She then said it again “Listen to me” She asked if I was and I weakly nodded up and. I looked down. My cock was pointing straight out. There was a big glop of Pre-cum on the tip. My big naked balls sat on the cold wood of the chair. I then kicked off my jeans. They were now in front of her desk. Emma looked down between her legs. She smiled.I reached up with my left hand. Most guys are left handed. I started to stroke my cock, sitting across from Emma. "Mr. Kelly!! What are you doing now?? You can't do that down here. Mmmm Mister.... Oh God!" said Emma. I looked up..