After sometime i asked her whats the issue…she hesitantly said…she was feeling some back pain…i asked any specific reason..she said”last night... she did some house furnitures re arrangement…may be the effect of that.”I was feeling casual with her now and asked if i can help,she said “Thanks,my mom will give a massage and that should be OK “.I asked why not she goes for a massage now,she said “No,lets complete the work” I somehow resisted and said Ok then in the mean while apply some Moov.She. All I have done is put my hands on her breasts. I give them a slight squeeze. I try desperately to keep my hands from shaking. I try desperately to keep the squeeze from being any more than just a squeeze. Her head shakes again. I move my fingers over the skin. So smooth, so soft. I touch the nipples. I dare to circle them. "Is this your first examination?" I ask.A tongue comes out and moistens thick lips. "Like this, yes," she says. It is a whisper.Shit!I stop myself. As I was gazing at her. She was a mask that I was hiding behind. She was something that I’d created, just like a picture. She was a piece of my art, with no more substance than the mirror world she lived in.The most amazing thing was that I could feel myself slumping on the inside – drawing back inside of myself, but the girl in the mirror remained standing tall and proud. I half-expected her to wink at me at any second, or perhaps blow me a kiss, or do some other outrageously flirty thing that was the complete. .John, I got a call from Carole Thornton today, Elizabeth's mother. Elizabeth had a miscarriage last night and Carole told me you were the father of the child, is that true?" According to Elizabeth but who really knows? I guess I dodged the bullet on that one, huh?" John said with a smirk.Dorothy Dodson was on her feet in an instant, John had no idea his grandmother could move so fast. She slapped his face, hard. John's face stung and he started to raise his own hand but stopped, just barely in.