I would think that being an adult with adult problems would make me less interested in my junior high crush, but as I turned around and she smiled at ...me, my heart beat faster. She still had the same long, silky black hair. She still had the same smooth olive skin. She was a little bit fuller in figure, as we all are, but not more than normal. And her face was still round and sweet without being too cherubic. And she still had the same smile in her mouth and eyes.We inched closer to each other,. She got up and went and filled her glass again. There were two empty wine bottles sitting on the counter and she just emptied a third. She came and sat back on the stool, her leg up showing plenty of skin and her robe covered her pussy by probably a 32nd of an inch. As I tried not to look, my cock knew what was right there and it got rock hard. I tried to hide the growing tent in my pants. Dot was talking and her words slurred more and more as she drank more of the wine. "You are such a good. I heard her whimpering a little. That’s when I decided to stop. I got up and wiped the pussy juice (and probably cum, too) from my face and placed my self next to mom. Mom was now on my right side. I placed my right arm around her head and under her pillow. I took her in my arms as she continued to cry. I told her it was going to be okay. She said she just wanted to lie here, if that was okay. I said, absolutely, mom. Her face was covered with tears. I took a tissue from the tissue box from off. I enjoyed the chase both of us were giving. I was finally done, and I got down the stool after having enough time to scan through those beautiful breasts. She then removed the stool and we didn’t speak a word as the tension was at its peak between us. Both of us wanted to pounce upon each other but we waited for who will make the first move.After she kept the stool out in the balcony. She came and exclaimed, “Shit, Sachit I forgot to take one more thing from the mid-shelf, could you help with.