His punting was fine so it just looked like the team was headed for a defeat, but nothing terrible. It was just at the start of the third quarter, aft...r a rousing half time speech by the coach about toughness and determination, when the offense went onto the field did absolutely nothing. Jim found himself ready to punt once again. As he counted back the yards from the line of scrimmage to line up to punt, he found himself standing in a puddle of mud, so he took about a half step forward just to. Her concern was written all over her face, and she stroked my cheek. It seemed natural to put my arm round her (which brought her cleavage into prominence again), and rest my other hand on her bare thigh. I settled back, my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of my mother’s softness, and the warmth of her body. I felt her breath on my cheek, and then her lips, while she whispered that she’d take care of me and that I’d soon feel better. We sat like that for a while, and then Mum said she’d run me a. She kept checking her phone, so I figured she was waiting for someone. It did not stop me from checking her out for the rest of the night. She was walking around, and I followed. A bit stalkerish I admit, but what can I say? She intrigued me. As the night wore on she began to look back. I faked like I was talking to whoever was near me at the time, until she kept walking. Finally, around midnight she got a text message. She looked at if for what seemed like forever until she finally smiled. It. She was wearing an ankle-length coat and lovely strappy sandals. Her hair was glistening in the sunlight. Of course, we kissed lovingly. I asked her how she knew where I was? She confessed she had followed me. I asked why? And she said she wanted to have a little game with me as a surprise. I was intrigued and kissed her again slowly on her lovely red shiny lips. She took a tiny step back and let her coat fall open, she was wearing nothing under it but heels, stockings, and a smile. Her lovely.