.Arriving at the establishment, I was greeted by none other than... the parking lot whore...It turns out her job is at the building where I run my err...ands...I didn't notice the charming lady from the other day, she wasn't working that time, it didn't matter...parking lot whore is the charming lady's co-worker... Here come my fantasies rolling in like sudden storm clouds, along with thunder rolling off my clit..."hmmm"...I wondered...I collected my thoughts, gathered myself and went home, as I. ‘Get that stupid grin off your face, and get down here, immediately!’ she snapped. Mike quickly shinned down the tree trunk. ‘Here put this on!’ he murmured, slipping off his jacket, and handing it to her. ‘Thanks, Sir Galahad!’ she muttered, somewhat mollified. ‘That dress cost me the best part of a week’s wages, I’ll have you know!’ ‘I’ll buy you another one! Now, stick close to me!’ he ordered, moving off toward the dark sprawling building. She gave a resigned sigh, and loped after him.. .yet tainted by unrelenting sexual desires. As I silently observed Michaels stares I was reminded of a situation I witnessed as a teen in N.H.,... back in the 70's, involving a Mother and her son. Flashes of seeing them kiss and grope on the sofa have always entered my psyche, whether invited or not. At the time I found it strange and almost upsetting but as time passed, I began to feel a bit aroused by the unique situation,... recalling their willingness to indulge without the expected. Composing herself she walked swiftly to Tommy's room and opened the door. He didn't even notice her as he kept on shooting virtual enemies. Anne whacked off his headset, smacking the back of his head at the same time.Now she had his attention "Mum! What are you doing!?"She put on her angry voice. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you bloody wanker!" How would I know! You're the one who's hitting me!" Tommy retorted."Are you gay?" What!?" Are you a faggot?" Of course not!" Then, what the bloody.