This is my mother, Mrs. Woods. Mom, I believe this is Mr. Ross.’ ‘Nice to meet you Mr. Ross. Please call me Lois.’ ‘And please call me Ted. I�...�m not trying to be fresh or anything, but you don’t look old enough to be her mother.’ ‘You are very kind, Ted, but I am 40 years old. Amy and I just happen to be the same size.’ Indeed, they wore the same outfit, except Lois wore a white sports bra and brown shorts. Looking closed at her, I could see a few wrinkles around her eyes and a few gray hairs.. His strength, beauty, scent ... all of it makes me dizzy with desire. One of his hands moves down the front of my throat, then stops, holding his position. Again, I don't move. He has me in like a choke-hold, except his hand is gentle against my skin. His other hand moves to the back of my head and he moves to the side of me, bending me, pushing my face to the ground. My ass is sticking up and he slides around behind me, removing his hands from my throat and head.Before I can prepare myself, he. ''Girlf-Erm, yes please Molly, that would be great''. As Molly left to fetch our coffees Uncle Andy and I stepped into his huge office, a desk with a iMac, a huge oak wooden desk with a leather chair, he made his way over to the chair, sitting in it as he got out his laptop. He looked up at me with lust filled eyes as I slowly walked over, leaning against the edge of the oak desk, his rough hands finding my smooth thigh, making their way over to my curvacious hips, gripping them hard as he. It was weird; we didn’t say a word to one another. I think we were afraid that if one of us started asking questions, we would find some reason -- aside from the obvious ones -- for me to leave. Instead, she leaned against me and we drew comfort from one another. I luxuriated in the whole notion of having a woman’s body pressed against me and she apparently did the female equivalent. We started out merely leaning against one another, but it seemed to progress as time went on and we continued to.