She knew what he wanted and in a certain sense she was not objecting to the treatment. In fact, deep down inside there was a feeling that she deserved... it for cheating on her husband and it was the sort of contrition that she needed to punish her for her sins of the flesh.As she halfway suspected the respectable pillar of the community entered her rear door first taking away any remains of common decency that she still considered her own private territory. He had her good and she waited for him. “They’re going to think you’re hot,” he told her. “Besides, none of these people really know us personally, so we’re not going to mention that you’re my mom. You don’t even look old enough to be my mother.”Rita couldn’t help letting out a little giggle. Brady’s wicked little deception sounded like fun.She kept the towel around her body while her son went to her dresser and opened her panty drawer. She watched him spend a moment picking through her array of skimpy panties – most of which he. Leaving the hotel usually meant chain restaurants. There were times when he would have killed just to have a bologna sandwich, canned soup, and a glass of cold milk.“Must be hard to live like that,” Jack said.“Weekends are the hardest. There’s nothing to do but sit around the hotel room and stare at the walls.”“Why don’t you fly home on the weekends?”“Even a two hour flight takes five hours by the time you take into account the early arrival at the airport, transit times to and from the. What was that?" He slid one hand between her legs and began rubbing her through the fabric of her panties. "Hmm? Oh, nothing." She tried to sound offhanded, but her voice betrayed her. She lifted her hips and bit her lower lip."If you say so." This wasn’t the time to press the issue. He kissed his way lower down her belly, making sure to press a kiss directly on her belly button, licking it very gently with the tip of his tongue, and then trailed to where her panties met her belly. She.