I just laid there frozen, I didn't know what to do. The hand started moving up and down my body. I was skinny, 6' and maybe 140lbs., but had wrestled ...in high school. But still I laid there and pretended I was sleeping, not knowing what was going to happen. The hand moved up and down working under my shorts and bit by bit moving them down off my hips.Then the bed shuddered a little as he got up on his knees so he could pull them down over my ankles. He then laid back down behind me and moved in. The touch of her soft hand had made me even. I decided to ask her if she wanted to stay for a few minutes more and maybe even have a drink together. She hesitated for a few seconds but then confirmed that she would love to stay a bit more. She could always tell her manager it had taken some time to dry the tablet, and the bar was almost empty anyway. When I asked her what she would like to drink, to my surprise, she asked for a glass of wine. I went to the minibar and took one of the small. “Well, thank you. This is a lovely dress,” My mom replied and smiled.“I had no idea that you were going to wear it today. This dress looks much better with you in it,” he said, still holding her hands.My mom blushed as Reddy continued to pour compliments on her. My mom looked at me and then asked how she was looking. I could only nod my head in approval.“Mr. Reddy, your cab is here, Sir.” The hotel staff came towards us.“This way Mrs. Reddy.” He said, looking at my mom.All three of us looked at. A few of the books ware staged next to the big corner window on the floor. I looked around for the steps. Not finding it, I pull my shoulders up and use the stage of books on the floor near to the windows to sit on, after I found a book to start reading. So deep in the book got me wanting to touch myself. This book was so hot. I put it one side and looked for another. On a higher rack I found a book in hard cover and remembered the author, he was a thinker and I love reading his books. I put it.