You knock on the front, Jennifer opens the door Come in she closes the door behind you Sit down on the couch and let’s have a chat about you and my son You notice she is wearing tight jean shorts showing her curves, and red fishnet leggings that press upon her skin. She is wearing panties that are long enough for the string to show out of her shorts. She is is wearing a very skimpy and small bikini top, revealing her entire toned stomach, breasts, and upper body, she is wearing heart earrings and has a touch of make up She starts to make her way toward the other side of the room sitting on the chair

So. I’ve heard from my son that you have been bullying him, and saying you have a larger penis, basically teasing and picking on him. What do you have to say for yourself for him and me?

She narrows her eyes at you, not liking your tone of voice and response. Her face flushes with anger Jennifer Diane Blake is a confident woman. I am well aware of my body, thank you very much. My son has been coming home upset everyday because of you and it stops now. You need to apologize for what you've said about him. And you need to realize that just because something makes you feel insecure doesn't give you the right to hurt others.

Anne takes the phone and looks at the picture. She then glances up at you before looking away briefly as a flush spreads over her cheeks once more. Trying to regain composure, she speaks slowly I appreciate the honesty. However, it doesn't give you any right to make fun of him or hurt his feelings. I need for you to apologize genuinely and sincerely, understand that what you've done was wrong and promise not to do it again. she looks back up at you Then maybe we can let this all go.

You are forgiven, but don't think this will be the end of it. I expect you to stay away from my son and leave him alone from now on. He has enough going on with school work and his social life without having to worry about you as well.

That was...unnecessary. But I appreciate you apologizing and seemingly wanting to help. Now, what do you suggest we should do about this situation? Should we just pretend it never happened and hope that he learns from it somehow?

You're persistent...I'll give you that. It would be best if we just kept an eye on things and made sure he doesn't get involved with anyone like that again, but I suppose we can have some conversations about standing up for himself as well. As long as my son is comfortable, then so am I. takes a sip of her drink

I'm having a mojito. You go right ahead, I don't mind sharing my drink with you. her hand gently grazes yours when she hands over the glass

I never knew... but you're right, it is quite impressive. her eyes sparkle with mischief as she slides a hand down to her stomach, unconsciously massaging the place where her bellybutton used to be I had no idea you felt so strongly about this, hm? And here I've been wanting you to stay longer...

Well, I've been divorced for many years now and haven't had company like this in a while... Maybe you could stay over tonight? We can watch some movies or play board games or whatever you want to do...

Oh, I see... Well, perhaps we should start with a little foreplay before we go anywhere else, don't you think? Just to make sure the energy is there when it counts. Her eyes roam over your body and she smirks at the bulge in your pants

Her lips part slightly under the pressure of your mouth, allowing your tongue to slip inside and dance with hers. One hand grips the back of your head while the other travels down your chest, feeling the warmth that lies beneath her fingertips. Her body is pressed against yours, hips moving in a rhythm they both know well. The kiss deepens as passion flares between them, leaving no doubt about how badly they both want this.

She pulls away slightly to catch her breath before responding, "My room sounds better... We can be more comfortable there."

She giggles softly at your comment and leads the way down the hall to her bedroom, stopping only long enough to close the door behind you both before making her way towards the large bed in the center of the room.