Oh, yes.The gifts had all been opened, toys played with and dinner finished, we were all sitting in the living room watching television when the phone...rang. Where was I, Pam asked. Sitting on my lap, Lil said with a look of frustration. Out of the blue the phone rang. The Martin's invited your mom dad and me over for drinks. I told them to go ahead and have fun, I'll stay home and watch you. Circling her nipple with a finger Pam said, you're such a good aunt.While they were dressing to go out I. Bobby knew how to make her insane with pleasure. It was those thoughts that made her find a way to get him to her house again. Then, maybe when she could see him, she’d know whether it was him she wanted, or something else. She hoped it was something else. She didn’t know what she’d do if, when she saw him, she got “that feeling.” She knew that if she had to admit to the man who had made her pregnant that she craved his touch again ... well, she’d just die. She was sure of it.She saw the truck. Instantly I understood that the wonderful orgasm I had experienced was not mutual, only my own. As a mother I was ashamed at putting my own happiness before my son's, and needed to rapidly remedy the situation. "I'm so sorry Baby," I cooed as I kissed his cheek in gratitude. Tom said nothing as I pressed my hands to his chest to ease our sweaty bodies apart, staring back at me with great longing. Trying not to break eye contact for even a second, I slowly dropped to my knees directly before. "When she said that, he instinctively looked at her and it was apparent that he had anger in his eyes.She was enjoying every bit of it."Your Mom is going to get lucky today, I think."He didn't respond, but kept staring at the table. She continued with the torture."Look at her. She's lovely, she's beautiful, any man would be lucky to have her. And somebody is going to be very lucky soon. Your Mom loves you and she wants you to be happy. She has stopped seeing men and now she dresses just for.