”“Talk about mixed emotions,” Bethany said. “If she’s actually going to talk about Nick and how she feels, I don’t see how I can advise yo... to say ‘no’. Given that she kissed you twice, and she’s likely to want to kiss you again, I don’t know how I can advise you to say ‘yes’.”“Steve!” Abbie called out.“Here, in the ‘Indian’ room.”“I have a ‘dad’ issue that needs your attention.”“Can it wait?” I asked.“No. Albert is throwing a temper tantrum.”“A what?!” I asked in surprise.“A crying,. However, they were just empty words as I wasn't really the type to spend that much money on a car and insurance, even if I could afford it. And I most definitely could not. At the moment, I was some blocks from the courthouse, and more than halfway home. I glanced down at my watch as I continued walking, giving myself a silent reminder to stop at the store and pick up a few things. My cupboards were beginning to remind me of Old Mother Hubbard's. Suddenly, I heard something off to the side,. My mother had seen me stroking away at myself, my objective: to achieve orgasm.Finally, on the third day of awkward silence, Mom knocked on the door and I covered up before letting her in.She raised an eyebrow at my shorts then walked into the room. I asked her to sit on the bed and she did."What's up?" I asked."Don't play dumb," she said. "Give me credit for breaking the ice." You're right." Silence filled the space between us. "Finally," I continued, "About the other day, I'm sorry! I really. He handed me some massage gel which I placed on the desk as the wife walked in naked from the shower. Her body was amazingly fit for a late 30s mid 40s woman. Her nipples were hard and erect, which I couldn’t stop staring at. I wanted to knead them under my strong hands while I bent her over and slammed inside her. Cool and calm on the outside, I asked her if she would like to lie down and I’d give her a massage to help her relax. She didn’t speak much and just nodded. As she started to lie.