I would have been content to have had Michael stay where he was, but he eventually disappeared into the bathroom, though not without a parting kiss. ... was half expecting some analysis or question; he said nothing, but I assumed from the smile the experience was better than he thought it could be. I guessed he would be replaying the encounter in his mind, extracting lessons and revisiting pleasures. I guessed I might be doing the same. When he returned from the bathroom, he had dressed and. He was married and worked during the day in an office and wanted to take me up on my offer if I was serious.I told him I was (I was edging at the time I received his message so I was ready to do just about anything) and he gave me his number and directions to his office.When I got there it was lunch time and the office was pretty empty. His secretary was out and he invited me in and closed and locked his door.He walked around to the back of his desk without saying a word and opened his pants. It was as if his every dream were being fulfilled. His mother was so soft and lovely and she felt just like he had known she would. He ran his hot hands over her breasts, over her buttocks, then he covered her cunt with one hand, letting his middle finger slip inside to seek out her clitoris. His cock grew magically, much bigger than he thought possible, and it jumped spastically as he explored all the secret, womanly parts of her. He took the swollen cock in his hands and pushed the spongy. Actually the soda did help settle her stomach. When the drinks were mixed, Ruth led Clair back into the living room and gestured with her glass for her to sit on the couch. Handing Fred his drink, she sat down next to Claire, drink in one hand the other hand resting on the back of the couch. I guess we gave you quite a start. Her hand slid from the back of the sofa to Claires shoulder. I hope youve calmed down now, everythings OK. Claire nodded, Ruth moved her hand. Claire felt her fingertips.