My cock was still hard and i asked her how long she had been stood there as if i did'nt know, she replied with "long enough". I asked in a nervous voi...e if she liked what she saw but she hesitated in answering, i asked again "mum" did you like what you saw, suddenly a quiet, nervous reply came... yes she replied.This was my chance, "mum" i said, will you... and before i could finish my question she said no, i looked at her and said oh please, again she said no. I could see that gentle. When Jessica saw that Mrs Hopkins didn’t respond but seemed to be miles away thinking about something else she was confident that she was remembering her own accident involving Pebbles. “So, you dropped that glass and Emily dropped the vase and both because of Pebbles. What is the difference between the two incidents, Mrs Hopkins?” Jessica demanded to know.Suddenly Mrs Hopkins was rather less aggressive and was realising she had overreacted to Emily’s incident. Maybe she should apologise, she. (Comments are welcomed – Be kind this was my first attempt at writing) Prolog Awareness came slowly. The darkness dissipated and was replaced by the brightness of the overhead lights. Where was I? I turned my head sidewise, realizing I was on my back in the middle of a boxing ring. I had been sparring with Kris the owner of the gym I belong to. It was my – attitude adjustment – she had said. I slowly got to my feet, noticing that my gloves, wraps and mouth piece were placed neatly on the apron. Angie quickly scans all the household sensors, detecting Mrs Jones ‘exercising’ in the downstairs gym with her ‘personal trainer’ Teen-Synth Brian. She is teaching him the best anal penetration depth to maximise the length of her orgasm on the rowing machine. Brian is a quick learner, knowing just when pound her deep and slow or keep perfectly still and let her do all the work.Angie pulls on her pale blue soft cotton sleep-shorts that she knows Mr Jones loves to fondle her through and slips.