''he was looking at me like he was thinking , observing me''yes i do wanna cum inside?''''oh yes i want to cum inside''he closed the door''here sit do...n i have a beer for you''''oh thanks, you are a very cute girl , you live alone?''''thanks you. yes i do ''walking back to him with a beerbzzzzzzzz the sound of my plug buzz loud and clear as i give him the beer''something is buzzing ''taking the beer and looking at me''you can ear it?''''yes of course '' smiling like a little sissy at himturning. I work hard to stay fit. I’m proud of the results,” I said, and my breasts slightly uplifted with each breath. “Others, even yourself, dress to complement their appearance.” “Look,” I continued. “You could wear traditional fitting suits and loose shirts, but you choose European tailoring and contemporary fabrics which highlight your broad shoulders and narrow waist. Is that vanity or confidence?” Rick squirmed, perhaps finding my comment somewhat arousing. Below his belt, he stirred, quickly. Billings didn't seem to care. The bottom drawer was full of old exams. They seemed to be over 10 years old. "Beyond the statute of limitations," I said to Billings, who was leaning against a jamb as usual.The top right contained a small photo album. A sort of memorial to the Gillespie nuptials. Susan proved to be a really pretty pink-cheeked California girl of about 23. From the backgrounds, I could tell that the pictures had been taken up north -- most likely in her parents' garden on the. At the stroke of midnight, she told me Happy New Year and gave me a kiss on the lips. We had always just kissed on the cheek before. It wasn't a passionate kiss, and I didn't think much of it at the time.As the years passed, however, I found myself fondly remembering that kiss and wishing I had made an effort to go further.After another 7 years, I finally came up with a plan to find out how interested my mother was that would keep either one of us from being embarrassed or looking foolish.My.