She's wearing a tank top with the words HOT MAMA stretched over her breasts, each of which is probably the size of my head and are kept perky and aler... through some arcane means I've never been able to guess - she denies surgery vehemently - and little shorts that leave the smooth, tanned and toned expanse of her legs bare. She is power and beauty in one package, and I admit to jealousy...as well as attraction. I stop in front of her a moment, startled by how strong the second is. I guess it's. There would be plenty of time for that some other day. He would introduce her to everything that he could learn. Between this boss of his and his aunt, he would learn it all. The cream inside him was building to the boiling point now and told her he was going to cum. She bucked up against him and said "Yes Kevin, cum baby, cum inside my hot pussy, squirt your cream deep inside me now." Kevin leaned forward and locked his mouth over her right nipple while his left hand squeezed and kneaded her. This was her element, her raison d'être. I was her foil. Tuned by empathy and practice. Science and Mathematics meant nothing now. Spoken languages and literature sank into insignificance. The familiar music introducing Sofia Mestari's song found us balanced; anticipating eagerly like falcons poised for the stoop. Just a slight draft moved the hem of Laurence's gauze skirt, which enhanced the body suit that revealed nothing and revealed everything.But then we were away. The audience. .”“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” I yelled right back at her. “You go ahead ... I’ll call security for you. And I’ll have them throw YOU out of here. Things are too serious now for your bullshit!”“She’s MY mother,” she whined. “So...”“She’s my patient,” I said. “The job you were wondering about ... This is it. This is what I do. I wasn’t at home when this happened. They brought her in a little while ago. I was going to show you her X-rays and explain the situation to you ... Now, can we do that.