"He feigned surprise. "He knows my name! I can die happy now. That's a bold statement though, considering you never replied to my messages." You sent ...me a message?" I asked."Messages. Plural. Well, just two." He laughed."I was just a bit nervous, I guess." I shrugged, trying my best to appear nonchalant. He grinned. "Why? I'm sure you can tell I'm into you, Marc." "I... I don't know." I murmured. "Kiss me." What?" I asked, unsure if I heard the request correctly."Kiss me, Marc."I looked up at. Rubbed my forehead.She started to get up from the bed but I decided I couldn’t stop now, I kicked off the duvet unleashing my hard erect cock and started stroking it in front of my mom who didn’t know where to look at..My dick or my face. I kept looking at her face…And then I started stroking harder and harder…Up and down.Up and down.And then she fell on to me.I pulled her over me completely and positioned her butt with my hands.She lay over me looking into me while my hard dick pressed on her. " Shereached out and took my hand. "Well look if you do want to talk aboutit, I'm here. I'll just not hassle you about it."I nodded, and as Jools got up to go, I added, "I mean, I thought itwould be fairly easygoing and friendly. It was anything but."Jools smiled and sat down again, she said gently, "Oh, so now you dowant to talk about it? Sheesh, women! Never can make up their minds."I grinned at her and then shot her a mock frown, "You want me to tellyou or not?"She laughed, "Go ahead, I'll. "When are you going to see him?" I asked."Tonight." You really are being silly to think he'll call when he's going to see you tonight. Is he staying over?" Do you think I should?" she asked, turning my question into one of her own."Marcie, you're the only one that can answer that question. If you have to think about it, the answer is no. If you don't have to think, the answer is yes." How can you be so cold and calculating at a time like this, Sammy Oldham? You're supposed to be supportive.