But he’s got this obsession I just can’t help him with. I know what you’re thinking. All I can say is get your mind out of the dregs of the gut...ter. It’s not like that. Crap, I tell people all the time I won’t talk about something, either because it’s illegal, my employer doesn’t allow it (hello, this is my job, you know paychecks and hours and all that bullshit, even though I work at home), or I find it revolting. This isn’t like that. I’d do it if I could find a way to do it right, but. I didn't think I could stand to go home and see Curt with someone else. It was just easier to hide in San Francisco, lonely and miserable.I was eating lunch at my desk when my telephone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID and smiled."Hi, Mom." Hello, Baby Girl. How are you today?"I grimaced at my mother's pet name for me. At 24, I was a little old to be called 'Baby Girl' but Mom would never change. I listened with half an ear as I continued to eat my lunch while she rambled about home. No injuries but I got up now naked and started to clean up the floor. As I bent over and was wiping up the butter I was met with a sensation that gave me goose bumps. Silky actually came up behind me and stuck his hot, long tongue up my crack and the feeling was heavenly. I quickly stood up and hurried up and went back into the shower. As I was in my room dressing I could not help but ponder what just happened. It was a little gross but it felt so nice and it gave me a huge hard on just. Thirty minutes later she was fully dressed in her 'relaxing' clothes, a pair of linen slacks a loose blouse and her favorite tennis shoes. She sat at the kitchen table and drank her coffee and read the morning paper. The only thing she had to do today was meet withJames later this afternoon and go over some of the items that remained concerning the property she was planning to sell. James had handled most of the property transactions over the last 20 years and she trusted him implicitly.For the.