She read for another half a minute, then downed the glass in a single gulp. My heart surged.Mom set her Kindle aside and stretched. She looked at me a...nd smiled. That easily, she tossed aside all the morning's frustrations. I doubt she was aware of the white froth lining her lower lip but the sight of it made my cock tingle furiously. Mom rose and walked toward me, padding sexily across the floor in her bare feet, and handed me her empty glass. I rinsed the glass, put a drop of dish soap in it,. As her body went in she also felt movement, slow, sensual, deliciously tingly, movement against every inch of her skin and body. It began like a massage being administered by twenty different men and women’s hands at once. Janet realized that she was smiling but didn’t care. She closed her eyes and simply relished the best massage that could ever have been given to any human, anywhere, anytime. Then she felt the same feelings on her breasts that she’d felt when she’d placed them in the blue. And I was going to try to tap into these while they were still running. I got the impression Georgia knew what she was doing when it came to computers and I was looking forward to matching wits with her.I was still in the kitchen office when the doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was after ten and I’d been sitting at this desk for two hours I was still in my bathrobe. Pesky neighbors, I thought to myself.I got the shock of my life at the front door. Detective Handsome was. I was already a little tipsy, or I would not have stayed at the party. However, the couple who was having the party told my husband that they would see that I got home safely. By the time the party broke up, I was fairly drunk and when George Pelletier offered to give me a ride home, I accepted. He was a twenty-nine-year-old bachelor, and I was thirty-one at the time. He had spent most of his time with me after my husband left, making sure my drink was always refilled. We danced together.