I knew he was there. My back was to the door as I lifted my legs above the water line a few times, exposing them to his view. I could swear I heard h...im swallow deeply as I continued my little show. Keeping my back to him, I slowly stood up in the bathtub, letting him see his mother's naked body in rear view. The warm water was sluicing off of my smooth body and ass. I turned a bit, pretending to look down at my belly, which gave him a side view of my breast. My pussy was throbbing as I. Her breathing was shallow and fast. Every once in a while, her tongue darted out and ran over her lips. Her face was flushed. In other words, she showed every sign of being sexually aroused. I started getting a hard-on even as I spoke.When she started to speak, her voice was husky with emotion. But the words that came out completely contradicted the message sent out by her body language. She denied any romantic angle to her feelings towards me, stressing that she merely looked at me as a senior. It was like watching a car crash in a race. You know you shouldn’t be watching it, but you can’t tear your eyes away. I knew I had work to do, but I had to read it anyway. I got up and closed the door to my office.One of the first things Carl Buckman said to me after I introduced myself was, “I can’t imagine why anybody would want to read about me. I have got to be the most boring guy on the planet!”Not hardly.I rolled my eyes at that. I remembered saying it, and it looked like it was coming. And instead love becomes this partnership drafted in an attorney’s office instead of something that was supposed to keep them mutually dependent on each other and equally engaged. Instead they had a reliance on the delusion of their ambitions.These were ambitions that made a woman cold and a man look elsewhere. These were drives and wants that made a woman look for something better than what a lowly but loving man could offer her. Perhaps he was dreaming, because within the world he dreamt.