She sat forward as she browsed suddenly. He must have had everything that ZZ-Top had ever recorded. Other than their top 40 hits, she’d never really...given them a listen, so she switched CDs and sat back with her finger on the song selector of the player and sipped her coffee for a few minutes. Browsing his MP3s, she found that he’d put everything there as well, and in another few minutes, she found a few things that she hurried to copy onto her player. When she was done for the moment, she sat. He slowly unzipped the back of her dress and slipped the top down over her shoulders, exposing her lacy bra. Her muffled cries fueled the fire within him. It was time to increase the intensity.He ended his kiss, freeing her mouth. "Oh my God Brett!" she gasped.He opened a drawer on the end table next to him as he said "I can see you are a screamer. We can't have the neighbors coming over wondering what is going on! We'll have to do something about that!"Brett pulled out what appeared to be a. They had danced together under the dim lights of the club. He held her close, his body pressed against hers as they were grinding with the rhythm of the music and the rhythm of their bodies. Her skin tingled at his touch and her body hummed with a deep desire for him. She felt his arms wrap around her waist and his lips met hers. A tingle spread from her lips down to her toes, moaning softly she melted into his arms. His lips dropped down to her neck and she closed her eyes as she felt him. "Damn it David," I said in annoyance, "you've been fighting again! You promised me you wouldn't fight any more! So what was it this time, some swap card? Someone call you a name? Out with it young man."I loved my son dearly, he was all I had left that really meant anything to me, but at 15 he was becoming a right handful and not for the first time I wished his father hadn't died on us. Crossing my arms under my somewhat large chest I waited for an answer from my son, but when he put on his.