Mom was so petite that, without heels, the top of her head only reached my chin. In my arms her head nestled against my chest and her breasts pushed i...nto my diaphragm. I could feel their firmness and her hard nipples pressed against me, my cock flexing with excitement at actually holding a naked female.I lowered my face into her hair and held her tight against me."I love you, Mom," I whispered.Mom loosened my arms, leaned back and looked at me with her deep blue eyes. She smiled softly and. Somehow I was able to retrieve my BlackBerry, and I dropped it into thefolds of my dress until I regained control of my car. Then I scrolled tothe message from my boss, asking for some sales figures. Second tragicmistake: I started tapping out a response, unaware that texting whiledriving is strictly prohibited in Phoenix.I almost jumped out of my panties when I heard the police siren behind me."Pull over!" a bullhorn blared, and when I saw the black and white cruiserin my rear view mirror I. Back to the first time I recorded my roommate. As I mentioned I started to notice that she would always try to “schedule sex” when I was out of the house. I couldn’t help wondering what I was missing, maybe she was holding back when I was there? Could she be even more wild? I borrowed an audio recording device and planned to leave it in my room by the door but never got the guts to do it on the couple occasions where I thought something could go down. Then one Friday, something happened. My. I know you after your divorce. I know that it was a violation of you that SHE didn’t think that.”“I sort of knew that much about her before we got married,” I said. “I thought she and I had something different.”“That’s what two people are supposed to have. Something different.”She giggled.“Now you’re laughing.”“Yeah. We’re adults with morals. How novel.”“Lena...”“I know. It’s who we are. But Jay?”“Yes?”“It was VERY good. For me, I mean.”“Oh, gee, Lena ... You had me at a hundred and ten.