As we walked through the lobby, Livy asked me if I wanted to go to the lounge and get a drink. As we headed into the lounge, we saw several familiar f...ces of fellow conference attendees. We gave a nod and headed toward the back of the bar. We ordered our drinks and slowly began an awkward conversation; this whole time her face was flushed and and I guess her pussy wet. I had that same look on my face and I felt I had a raging hard on under my pants. The hard on in my pants grew with each. Mickey was resigned to the temporary furor and came up with a CD of country music to dance to. He was selling a lot of drinks, so I guess he decided there was a silver lining to this particular chaotic cloud.My mother had been surrounded, mostly by young men, since she came into the place. She was smiling a lot, but I could tell she was uncomfortable. She’d gotten knocked up at fifteen, was home-schooled until she went to real estate school, and hadn’t dated at all. She wasn’t used to the. Ramsay is dead; he fell down the stairs at Winson Green and broke his neck." I didn't know what to say as I was shocked and scrambled thoughts rushed topsy-turvy around my mind. Was this an unexpected accident or was this the plan; a plan I had not been told about. Mum told me all that the prison authorities had told them and we agreed there could well be further information as soon as they had investigated the accident. Mum used the word accident, yet I was convinced that this was anything but. That was all that mattered now. James moved down so he could reach better and slid his erection into Ann’s wetness. It was so hot and inviting. He could feel Ann’s sex clasp his manhood, as she gasped, fully awake now. Ann gasped and her eyes opened when she felt the cock slide into her pussy. She had been dreaming that James had come home and was kissing her, but this was no dream, she sleepily realized. James wasn’t due home until tomorrow. Who was this fucking her? Surely, it had to.