She was having people in her building bring her things from my store. I was taken by her, she was kind of plain in that she didn't wear heavy make up ...if any at all...she just didn't need it. When winter finally broke, spring came along and I saw her first once,then twice a day, then more. I asked her I could buy her the coke that she brought up to the register....she grinned at me and said sure. She thanked me, and we started talking, just small talk and all. She told me why I had not seen her. Naturally I air-kissed Beth and Steve, and I think I might have held on to Steve just a second or two longer than normal. Maybe I got a little closer than usual, too. He felt kind of good, even if I did have to lean down to get at his cheeks. Kind of a hard body. My boobs hit him just below the shoulders. I do have boobs, they just don't stand out like the prow of the Cutty Sark; they're there, all right. I had on a black dress I liked and I had my coat unbuttoned by that time. Now, you know,. It would be too risky." Next time," said M. Desmalions, "I shall not waste time in keeping watch. For I really begin to think that all this business with the letters is over." You can never tell," suggested Mazeroux.A few minutes more passed. M. Desmalions had sat down. The others also were seated. No one spoke.And suddenly they all sprang up, with one movement, and the same expression of surprise.A bell had rung.They at once heard where the sound came from."The telephone," M. Desmalions. Wesley began to stir and stretch as he woke up next to her, the bedsheet falling down the bed further and exposing his morning glory. Beverly had been a doctor for 20 years and had heard many theories but it was still not known what caused this condition, however this wasn't the main reason why she couldn't help but stare at the hard cock her son was sporting. "Morning darling", Beverly purred, as she leant over and kissed Wesley softly on the lips. "Mmm, morning Mom", Wesley said as he smiled..