Damn, I've always been a sucker for pillow talk."No denying that, tiny Tina," I admitted and picked up some speed. Shit. I needed to piss like a Kentu...cky Derby thoroughbred and just wanted to clear the deck. But being the considerate guy I am I figured she may should get something out of it as well, so I picked up the pace and got down to biz-nass.Shifting gears, I moved into the passing lane. I bore down and began drilling for real. Damn if her honey hole wasn't mighty tighty around my fat. “We will see. Let’s take a step at a time, let’s see how this project works out. Also how this recital unfolds regards finding my son.”Dad asked me if I could help him tidy up the garden shed. Mum was planting some flowers while dad and I were in the shed looking through some boxes. We found some boxing equipment of mine, which could be handy for the gym.It was around 10 am when I said. “I’m going to go round the flat to see if the Utilities have been turned on. Also to clean up a bit.”Mum. The French girl got up on the chair and straddled me, her arms around my shoulders, her feet and legs stretched out, wrapping around mine. I moaned and gasped at this unexpected turn of events. Her body was hot and overpowered me. The doctor walked behind me out of sight and further lowered the back of the chair. Soon I was not just horizontal, I was below horizontal, at an angle with the floor. The French girl sat up, her heels digging into my chest, her hips planted firmly on my hard and. She accepted his offer of a ride to school, of course. She was sad when he finally ran out of excuses and left the room. She realized that flirting with him was like an addictive drug. She wanted more, a lot more!On the way to school, she sat in the front seat while he drove, and she tried to get him to notice her again. She repeatedly crossed and uncrossed her legs to draw his attention. She’d adjusted her skirt to drift up higher as she sat inside the car, so her firm, muscular, and nicely.