"Bela smiled through her tears and said, "Let's go somewhere else, Robert. We need to talk!"I nodded, then walked behind her back out the door, filled...with emotion but still able to admire her walk, at once sinuous and graceful.We soon found ourselves in her apartment, just a few blocks from the campus. When the door was closed, Bela turned to me and we embraced, leaning back against the door to keep our balance as the blood alternately seemed to rush to and away from my brain. At 5'8", Bela. ……………………………………………………….We were laying in bed, hubby and I. He was on his back, still half asleep and naked. I was naked too but wide awake and, to be honest, feeling randy. I sat up and pushed the duvet back with my feet. With my fingers, I traced a line from his chest down to his cock which was limp and resting on his leg. He actually has a nice cock. Even limp it looks long and quite thick. Lots of hair. Nice big balls. I couldn’t resist leaning over him and letting my tits swing slowly back. It had taken me weeks to teach Mickey that speech. That was last year, when I was seventeen. Why change a line that still worked?"I didn't..." the man started to say when he saw Mickey's fist ready to strike. He shut his trap real fast."What do you want to do, Sis?" Mickey asked. (In case you haven't guessed, Sis is a code word that I taught him to say.)"We'll take him to the nearest police station. Give me your car keys, Mister," I said, holding out my hand."Can't we ... I know what you want. We clutched each others hand and carried on, and once we arrived at her house she asked me to look around and check it out as the house was empty. I did that and happily everything was all right.As we stood facing each other in the front lounge, I politely kissed her on the cheek and wished her a Happy Christmas. Surprisingly, Linda returned the gesture – then in silence we kissed each other, not as mother-in-law and son-in-law, but a full-blooded French smacker that lasted about 5 minutes. My.