I paid Gustav and added a generous tip, feeling better already. Gustav patted my hand. ‘Oh, you sweet thing, you look so fetch! Go get ’em! Rawr!�...�� I left the salon feeling like a million dollars, my dignity intact once again. Jack was certainly going to be disappointed, and I was entirely fine with that idea. Putting Jack into his place had definitely shifted to the top of my priority list, however. I couldn’t give him a chance to stir up any more trouble. So I headed towards home so I could. ” It was always the more formal ‘mother’ - when they didn’t see eye to eye and ‘mommy’ - when things went Bamber’s way.“Oh I see – mother problems huh?”“No … it’s actually Alex problems and mom said I should come over and have a talk with my Aunt Ali.” That was my other role - at least for Jess – to act as a sounding board and try to get to the bottom of things when the two of them couldn’t communicate. She put her arms out and we had a good long cuddle. “Jesus you do smell good Aunt Ali.”. Her modest breasts right at eye level, sexy wide hips, round motherly belly all awaiting our next move. “Move over so I can lie down next to you,” she ordered. I moved to the left side of my bed and she climbed onto it her face meeting mine for kisses and she remained on her knees. I couldn’t help but run my right hand up the inside of her thighs…I wanted to feel more of her hair! She spread her knees more so I could feel more of her private area. “Let your finger explore me, son,”. My husband, who had returned to the bedroom, saw this and was horrified. We both could have accepted that it was an accident had he just played it cook because this has happened before with other men. But most men are very apologetic and upset about it themselves. Not this guy. He seemed proud of it and was smirking. He shouldn't have done that.I asked him if he had done this on purpose and with his smirk still on his face and probably thinking that he had gotten away with it and that there was.