Just after midday, her number came up. We arranged to meet up once we'd finished so we could open our letters together.My number came up a few minutes... later and I made my way up to the door at the end of the room, where I was directed into a small, grey, office. Behind the desk was a small, colourless woman. Her hair was neat and fussily arranged with clips. Her face was neat, subtlety made up and completely unremarkable, topped off by small horn-rimmed glasses. She wore a grey suit that did. Yes, things were coming along perfectly with this re-education of my mother. She was happily agreeing to everything I wanted—I only had to break down her resistance to actual intercourse to make things absolutely perfect. It seemed like it was only going to be a matter of time, and I had hoped that time was going to be today. As I hopped in my Ford Fusion and headed to The Luxor, I was anxious to help Bob McBride with his problem and get back."Bob, what's going on?" I said as he met me in the. I sat down a respectable distance from her when she looked behind me rolled her eyes and muttered "Christ" The room had gone quiet and could now hear the juke box was just finishing Rosegarden by Lynn Anderson. I turned to follow Debbie’s gaze and found out why nearly every one in the room had stopped talking over the jukebox. Almost every males eyes were glued to Tina the crowd had parted, (I wondered what it would be like not be forced to push your way through a crowded room) in strolled Tina. "1 could make you some," she said, face still flushed. "Sure; would you?" I grabbed a cup and went over to her, standing behind, her. My cock had settled down some, and was only semi-hard now. I leaned over her as she made cocoa for me, and then when she'd finished stirring I leaned over to pick it up, casually pressing myself into her ass, giving it just a little grinding motion before picking up the cup and walking away. My cock was rock-hard by the time I passed out of the kitchen..