The dossiers of the ladies representing the tenant were coming through."I don't care about your party. I need to talk to you, Sammy."I was so touched ...y her plea that I couldn't respond for a few seconds. "You won't want to miss my party, Wanda. Make plans to come on Friday afternoon and stay until Sunday." Are you going to tell Kelley about me coming to see you?" I have to, Wanda. I tell her everything," I said, thinking how easy it was becoming to withhold information from Kelley."Let me tell. She watched silently as my cock hardened and pushed up against her butt. My cock started hurting. I moved mom gently aside so that my cock lay between her cheeks pressing against her soft crotch. Mom watched like a statue. Dad has all his attention on the book in his hands. I held mom's hips and rocked her ever so gently back and forth, grinding her crotch on my cock. She didn't react. It felt great. I rolled my hips back and forth to increase the pressure. Mom didn't take notice of it. I kept. No fuckin wonder—and that thing was not coming off until I pissed, and maybe even bust a load. So I turned to the shower, and yanking the curtain to the side,grabbing the shower rod above my head, spreading my feet about 2 feet, I relaxed as best I could, and looking up at the ceiling, finally started the stream. It went on forever—I yet had no concept of time, but I'm sure it was several minutes. Even Jason commented 'damm cowboy'. Finally finishing up, I return to the room, and scrambling. ‘Damn, I didn’t even give him my name.’ She thought before tucking the address into her purse along with the pen. Unable to concentrate she left work early and drove over to the address she had ripped from the paper. Pulling up to a two story colonial, she was awed by the wrap around veranda and the beautifully landscaped yard. A pickup sat in the driveway with Harrison Construction written on the door in letters that looked like scraps of wood nailed together to form the words. Getting out.