"Obviously your curiosity has been 'aroused' by our little plan.We will need to give you a tryout to be sure you can pull thisoff and not embarrass us.... We can't afford to be revealed untilyou have successfully completed your task. You will come to myhouse tonight at 7pm where we will prepare you for a date. I amgoing to invite the quarterback, Bobby, over to 'hang out' sincemy parents are still on vacation in Europe. He's been trying toget in my thong all summer and I'm sure he will jump at. The smell of her pussy really got me excited. Her breath was very heavy, and she was moaning deeply.I placed my hands underneath her ass, lifter her up a little bit so I could lick her from ass to clit. She must have liked it because she let out a little squeal of delight."Can I fuck you?" I asked. "Yes, son, I want you to fuck me. Stand up and come close to me." she said.I stood up, she grabbed my cock and brought me in between her legs. She said, "now bring your cock closer so you can feel. “They wouldn’t have not come. I was certain of that. Well, I had been certain.The program continued. It was maybe fifteen minutes into the show. I hadn’t been asked anything to that point. Claire came back.“They’re all here except Abigail and Ronald,” she said. “Owen is going to check for me.”Then I saw her, Abigail. She’d come in and Ronald was with her, but they took seats in the gallery not on the stage. The interviewer came up to me with a microphone.“And Mister Bradshaw...” she questioned. I watched Sam copy Ma's every movement. One thing about my Ma was how she could give ladylike lessons to the Vanderbilts and the Astors. She was also a very good teacher. To cap it all off, Sam was a natural born mimic and watched Ma continuously, copying all her mannerisms. Although I would never have said anything to them, I thought it was funny when Sam and Ma were in the room together.Sam had Ma's movements down to the point to where it was almost like looking at Ma and a mirror image of.