“You don’t even know her name. I’d advise you to leave.”“Her name is Alyssa Childers, and she’s my mother,” Stacy answered as un-snidely...as she could. “Her ex-husband, my dad, is getting remarried and wants to invite her to the wedding.” She produced the elaborate invitation as further proof.“She expecting you?” the guy was busting her chops for the hell of it.“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Stacy said, doing her best to generate some crocodile tears. “You can ruin it if you just have. We both laughed it was funny when we said the same thing together, but then we stopped and smiled at each other and again both said "sure" at the same time, I dont know if it was the video and that we had both had some drink but it just felt right and we leaned closer and our lips met, so light at first just touching then we started kissing more deeply, our tongues flicking in and out of each others mouths is was so amazing I mean were both gay just incase you didn't figure that out so kissing. Fully aroused, I enter the work area, my manhood now pulsing, pushing, straining and begging to be released from the confines of my jeans. Precum now soaks my boxers. Quickening my pace, not wanting to be noticed until I am close enough to touch and hold her, I cross the room and stand before my Aphrodite. I reach my hand to the button at the waist band of my jeans, unbuttoning then unzipping. I push them down over my hips, letting them fall around my ankles. I release my steel hard shaft from. I needed to get this job right; for Linda and Robert and also myself.I’d turned on the TV and found a great old movie that we watched together on the sofa with the sound low so we could chat comfortably; something we did well together.Rachel was more passive in the evening; the day having taxed her energy and bravado. On the sofa she gradually gravitated against me. Eventually I put a friendly arm around her as we stared at the screen; but her soft chatter continued as she shared stuff normally.