"Mother, coffee?"She nods. I pour her a cup. She is glaring at me. She's trying to getme to smile. So she can go on the attack.Mother stands up an... looks me in the face just inches away.I stand at attention."Trying to fight a smug smile, my precious little spawn?" No mother." (Well, yeah! Of course I'm trying not to crack up, thisis freaking hilarious.)"No comment, then? Some smart ass jest that every one of my friends andacquaintances are an old ex flame?" Why no, mother," I say in the. ‘Jesus!’ she thought as the fingertips delved a little further down and felt the damp, almost oily lips of her sex ready to part at the slightest touch, ‘That must have been one hell of a dream!’ But for the life of her she couldn’t recall the subject. With regret, she knew that she ought to be moving. She had an urgent appointment that morning, but couldn’t resist letting the finger tips run lightly backwards and forwards along the damp crevice, wallowing in the flood of warmth spreading out. Jerking and holding her body frozen I push in several more twisting them and look at her to tell her its time to give me some of your juices, then I open several of the lure- lock ends and she gives a nice trail contrasting her pale flesh. A deep groan as I still push in more needles as she jerks and quivers her hips seeming to achieve several more orgams, I remove the rag and she breathes deeply as I grab a long number sixteen and approach her left side clamping her nipple in my fingers poised. She relaxed in his now cradling arms and returned his kiss. Georgio worked quickly from this relaxation removing the shoulder straps of Theresa’s leotard. Theresa’s hand flung up knocking his hand out of the way, but not with any conviction and she returned his kiss now with more fire and Georgio replied with his tongue, coaxing her tongue to play back. Intertwining now, Georgio slipped the leotard from Theresa’s shoulders and she felt a thrill round through her entire body. What was she.