The alarm clock radio on his mother's nightstand said it was only 8:00.He had until midnight to enjoy his mother's clothes and cigarettes. Thepack was... almost empty and he knew better than to take it downstairs. Itmade more sense to get a fresh pack from his mother's carton. He knewshe would never miss it.***Jimmy was in heaven as he lounged on the couch, watching TV, wearing hismother's nightgown and smoking her cigarettes. He had never felt sorelaxed or more at peace. At ten o'clock he decided. Sex. That’s a recipe for stupid if there ever was one.”“I know,” I replied. “As I said, we need to police ourselves. Get drunk or get laid; don’t do both at the same time.”“Good luck convincing anyone of THAT,” Teri laughed.“Then we’re all screwed in the end,” I sighed.We finished our coffee and returned for the second half of the morning presentation, which, thankfully, was done by Dean Anderson, and covered dealing with emergency situations. When that session finished, we had our CPR. I also told her that I would dare to show her mine so she made some progress and learned how one penis was shaped, but without risking anything. I asked her, in exchange, to be the good girl with me, s showed naked thus paying back my favors for giving her sexual orientation; it's a deal. Well, I also instructed her about first lesson: she had to pretend she was not paying any attention and walk out naked in the mornings, only in her panties, so I could see more of her little cute body. “I am Michael, by the way,” he said as he walked over to the round table situated in front of his window where there was an ice bucket containing one bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes. Popping the cork he poured two glasses and handed one to her.“Thanks, I guess I should tell you my name, its Susan.”“Hello Susan,” Michael held up his glass and clinked it against hers.She looked into his deep brown eyes, feeling drawn into them almost like she was falling.Looking down at the glass she.