"doing your homework hunni?" her mum asked as she walked in and sat next to Emma on the sofa. "well..trying to" Emma said as she looked across at her ...mum who was looking a bit flushed but still sexy in her short silk dressing gown and heels."whats up? anything I can help you with?" Julie says as she leans over to see her daughters homework.Emma pauses for a moment trying to find the courage to ask her mum about what she really needs help with. "actually yes mum" says Emma before she pauses. . .’ ‘The HELL with the food,’ she declared. ‘. . . and that even though you are still as light as a feather, I don’t think my knee can quite handle it yet.’ She looked at me rather suspiciously, but finally grinned and said, ‘Okay, you can live FOR NOW, but you better be REALLY good to me.’ We walked over to the table, where she sat on the edge. I moved between her legs, then started kissing her and brought both hands up and began caressing her nipples with my fingers. She moaned into my mouth. No immediate next of kin, mother and farther killed by a terrorist bomb aboard the aircraft they were in, bound for New York June 6th 2002. Both are buried in the village church cemetery at Aventon a small village mid-way between Fordingbridge and Salisbury in Hampshire. They had lived in the village for twenty-four years at Lark Hill Cottage. The father was a retired petrochemical engineer. He took retirement early and played the stock exchange and was very successfully by all accounts. The. "and I'm sure Emily will be feeling a lot better now you're coming home" Mom mumbles quickly.You're about to ask her what she means by that but she cuts you off in mid thought."Now James, its lovely to hear from you but considering how short notice this is I need this time to organize your welcome home/birthday party"Smiling again at Mom's kind nature and in excitement about the possibility of a party, you forget all about her statement regarding Emily. "You know that you don't have to do that.