‘I like her too, but like I said before, it’s not her opinion that matters to me.’ ‘What does matter to you, then?’ Alex doesn’t answer. H... only lifts his hand to move a strand of hair from my face. His touch, as chaste as it seems, feels strangely intimate and I wonder if that is his doing or my knowledge of what his touch can do. ‘Lay down,’ he tells me. I do what I’m told. I don’t know why. I don’t often take demands from a man. Perhaps I’m too hungover to argue, let alone ask why. I lay. Strong jaw, dark and deep set green eyes with dark brown/purple hair that was usually in a fohawk. It doesn’t hurt that he’s tall and strong, the kind of strong that lies in lean muscles, not giant and bulging. That can be disgusting sometimes. Very good to look at overall, with a wonderful personality to go with, I can never figure out why he’s single. We close up soon after the man leaves and head towards the back entrance and to our car, we’re roommates so he just drives both of us. He began at the base of her throat, sloooooooowly rolling down the valley between her breasts, cutting under the left, leaving traces of fire flashing through her body, her skin flushed, her breath immediately short.He rolled the tiny teeth down her left flank - saying nothing, just giving her the sensation. She gasped as it began crawling across the top of her thigh toward the sopping wet heat of her womanhood. Would he? DARE he?"YES!" she almost screamed as the pinwheel rolled across her clit. The tips of his fingers moved further down my blouse. A fraction of an inch at a time and he would wait several minutes before going lower. My breathing increased. I wanted to stop him but for some unknown reason I couldn't respond. My heart and emotions as a mother were in a battle with the heart of a woman; a woman that had missed intimate touches for so many years. I squirmed in my seat a little and could tell my knickers were getting wet. Now there was no denying it that my son was turning.