There are loads, cursing?s big business, if you canafford it. If I find one, and I think they?re worthy, I bring you in." Bring me in?" To get decurse...d. Uncursed. Not sure what the term is; anyway, you getback to normal and I get paid." She grinned. "Easiest, most satisfyingjob I ever had."Sipping my latte I sighed with pleasure. "This is just what I needed.Well, some of it. I?d like not to be a schoolgirl." I wish I could have been one," she said, reaching over to touch theback of my hand.. She came away from the window. Alex was already sitting back in front of the coffee table, playing cards stacked for gin rummy.“Your turn”. Alex was slightly taller than Michelle, and liked to wear clothes directly from the eighties, usually cream coloured. Michelle wore practically anything, but now was wearing a black satin toga dress with a loose belt around the stomach. “Ok,” she said, “Where were we?” Before she could sit down, a crying came from upstairs.“Ah, the baby has woken,” she. Now I only needed to find out if she liked me enough or enjoyed the kiss enough to do it again and more often. If she does want to kiss me maybe just maybe we can move that to dating. I shook my head from the questions and decided to actually do all my homework now that I found out what Amanda had written me. Got to love having ones curiosity satisfied. After a few hours by myself, I heard my doorbell ring. I went to the door to see who it was. I wasn’t really thinking anyone would be coming. I could still see the look n my mother’s beautiful brown eyes. As I have said before my mother is a beautiful woman, at five foot-eight inches, her one hundred-twenty pound frame mixed well with thirty-six d tits, and her well rounded hips. She almost always wore her shoulder length black hair up in a French roll, her make-up always flawless, and as I would discover latter that night her thick hairy pussy would leave me breathless and wanting more. Our first kiss was soft and gentle. Mom.