She shifted uncomfortably in her chair and crossed her leg. I suspected that our conversation might be affecting Debbie. Angela said, "So, what about ...the rest of the questions?"I said, "OK, I gather that you would like to continue." Go ahead and shoot," ordered Angela. Debbie's look of eager curiosity returned.I continue, "Both of you ladies answered yes to the question 'Do you like getting head?' Question number seven is 'Do you like giving head?'"Angela grinned and gave a confident yes.. .Ummm!..STOP!"Sarah just managed to spit out, the erotic sensations exciting her to thepoint of not be able to talk.Mike wasn't listening he continued his two-finger rubbing, pressing herpanties harder againest the raised pussy mound."Ummph!...Ohhh!" moaned SarahMike let go of his mothers tit, and took his hand away from her wetpanties, he raised his head to look at his mothers beautiful face, she wasbiting her lower lip, her hair matted across her forehead.Sarah felt her son stop and a wave of. Too many horses and carriages. Smelly. Dirty. Noisy. Oxford, on the other hand, seemed to her to be just about the right size despite the mud and the cold and the food. Already home to almost two dozen or so colleges that made up the famous University of Oxford, its streets were full of students from all over the Empire.Gérard was happy at B— College. The string of tutors Father brought from England as she and Gérard grew up had earned their pay and she and her foster brother had soaked up. I didn't even realize it till she grabbed it, but I had a hard-on." So, what's the problem. You seem to like it when I grab the same things." But Les! It's MOM!" I see. Well, there's something I need you to do for me."I was so glad to get off the subject that I didn't notice how quickly she changed it. I should have figured out something was up. Les doesn't give up on a subject that makes me squirm without being forced to.Relieved, I asked her what she wanted.'This is hard for me, Big Brother..