"Good morning, Miss Engdale." Mr. MacIntyre," she said, "if you'd care to examine the documents?"He took a seat and she slid papers in front of him. H...idden from view, her other hand briefly stroked the back of his neck.She spoke in a soft voice, "The deal is final if you sign. We're taking the bank's engineering report on good faith, but have an out if significant discrepancies are discovered by our people." You closed this deal in an hour? I'm impressed."She blew into his ear. "The magic word. ” Mercy answered cryptically. This surprised Rachel. “What, why?” she stammered. She had been ready to deal with whatever feelings the incident had caused. Ready to apologies, to explain herself, to accept some sort of punishment or do something to make Mercy forgive her. But this sharp turn had her confused. “You are…” Mercy could not bring herself to say it. Tears forming in her eyes. She had thought about it several times and promised she would not bring it up; she would go about her. I watch as you slowly pull your fingers from my slit and lick my juice from them. Finally, after what seems an eternity, you lower your head and I feel your tongue against my lips…sliding between them, licking the whole from where my juices flow so readily. My breathing is ragged and unsteady as you pull my lips between your teeth and gnaw at them. I am shaking and ready to explode as I feel your tongue flick out over my clit and pleasure washes over me in waves. Your tongue makes it’s own. What a wonderful sensation! I pulled myself up beside her on the bed and finally got round to kissing her. We melded into an embrace so hot that I could feel my erection needing to be someplace else, beside where it was at the moment, just resting on Mom’s thigh. I raised myself above her and looked into her eyes. “Are you ready for this Mom?” Mom breathlessly replied, “More than ready, my sweet boy.” I then allowed my stiff rod to find his own way into her wet.