The images scrolled through like a porno on fast forward. He could see the whole evening dancing in his vision. Then it hit him what kind of a wild ni...ht it truly was.Once his brain caught up from the night before, he realized he was missing two people that should have been in bed with him. Laying there, he listened for them, and it was then he heard the shower running in the bathroom. He quickly assumed they were probably in there together. He had never seen Lena take to anybody like she had. He touches me and my body trembles under his touch, the flirting never ends and the tension continues to grow. Its getting harder to resist the urges and now I know he feels the same way. Torn by my sexual feelings for him, not sure if its his age or the fact I have grown so close to his mother. What ever it is has crippled me making me unable to make the crucial first move, so I often find myself in his presents wanting craving even silently begging in my head for him to do it. Just make the. After I left the elevator I could feel the some trepidation. I know I’d seen the universal good reviews for this girl, but I was still apprehensive. What if she was some guy in a wig? What if it was some sort of blackmail scheme? What if a couple of Tony Soprano’s legbreakers came out the bath room and gave me a beat down? There was that possibility. Finally, I told myself, “Dude you’ve been to two wars and survived getting crucified by your ex-wife. You can make it through this.” Glanced left. Or sort of one.“Why you called us both, Ethel? Is it time to sign the divorce papers yet?”“No, Stephen. I called you and Maria here because I want to communicate you both that I am no longer mad with you two because of what you did to me”“Oh... thanks, Mrs. Magee! I would die if I hadn’t forgiven me!”“I am relieved too! So, can we come back to the house and forget all that happened?”“Sorry, Stephen. Sorry, Maria. I didn’t forgave you both. I said I wasn’t mad anymore, but it’s still far to.