On her feet she wore a pair of rubber gardening boots and I thought she looked absolutely bloody gorgeous!"You shouldn't have dressed up for me mum" I...laughed, she looked up at me though tears stained eyes and promptly burst out crying."I'd got it all worked out" she sobbed, "I was going to dress up in a long evening gown, there was going to be champagne in an ice bucket on the table and we were going to drink a toast to my son the hero" Mum, mum, mum, stop it darling, please stop crying"But if. So she didn’t struggle when he sauntered over to her. She didn’t recoil… even though the fresh over-funk of marijuana bothered her. ‘We need a shower,’ he chuckled. * * * * Sandy’s spent. I watch her for several seconds, then pack my bowl and head downstairs. Unlike her, the storm and I are full of energy. Dark… powerful energy. I can still Feel Katrina coiling up to strike the Gulf Coast. Happens every Summer. When I was little my grandfather, a farmer, taught me how to tell the weather. Even. Ken would tell me how as time went on she would indeed instruct him to masturbate in front of her. It seems this was only true when his wife was out of town on business trips. Mother-in-law would notice his cock was throbbing and especially hard and tell him it was to be relieved. "well go on" as she'd have him stand while she sat just inches away, his cock at her eye-level. "honestly, I loved that part the most but if i was getting carried away, moaning, pumping my hips too much she would. "You're corrupting me!"He stood up and straightened his tie. "Do you want a lift?" he asked as he headed for the door."If you don't mind I'd like to grab another shower before I head off."Sam gave her a wicked grin "you did work it a bit didn't you?" he stated a bit smugly.She glared right back at him, although her lips twitched. "You may think you've won the battle Mr Reynolds." She told him loftily. "But I'll make sure that I win the war." With a little toss of her head she sauntered of to.