What was going on with me, I thought? If I tried anything I thought, I would surly loose a good friend and besides, Rose was old enough to be my mothe..., she wouldn’t be interested in me anyway. I got up slowly tying not to wake her and I went pee. I heard the kids upstairs and that meant the beginning of another day. Anyway it became routine with us to have our weekend video nights every couple of weeks and I at least looked forward to them. Over the next few weeks after that night I began to. She told him, if he cared to, that he could sit next to her. So he did. He sat down beside his mom. She looked down at his crotch but looked back into his eyes and tried smiling, lightly. “If you’re ready dear you can go ahead and show me” she said. He pulled them down. Holy freaking shit, she thought as she watched his long and winding apparatus slowly appear from inside his underwear. Without showing hardly any emotion, her brain was running in overdrive. His cock was “huge” so to speak. No,. It didn’t take long before I gained a reputation for being a very sympathetic counselor who enjoyed her job and I had become known as being an approachable, friendly person who once the door was closed would emphasize her empathy with whatever the problem was by becoming overly tactile with frequent touching such as holding the hand of the student while he explained his problems or patting his thigh or arm.For the student it was a welcome relief that the intimacies were far from what he. ” Pete remained silent. “You must have known that he would be turning up pretty regularly when you gave him permission to be my fuck buddy,” she told him. “Billy and Jen had quite an active sex life.” Pete sighed under the excitement of her hand clasping him. “Besides, it’s been four times this week so far, if you count yesterday afternoon.” “Yesterday afternoon?” She smiled and squeezed him even harder. “Yes. I went to his place after I got back from work.” “His house?” She.