As she rose to make our night-cap, her folded legs, bereft of their circulation, failed her at a critical moment and she tumbled forward onto me, grasping for my shoulder and hopelessly missing, her hand landing squarely below my shoulder in my seated crotch. “Having fun there looking your mom up and down?” I was lost for words and felt the blood rush to my head, knowing that any second every pint in my body would fight to explode from my ears. XXX How much had she seen, and did she know I had seen her? I could feel the warmth of her fingertips throught he thin material, and became aware of smoothness in her rubbing.
