The green plush couch was a piece of paradise to Sheila, after a day on her feet, to have her boy boink her bare bottom on the sofa was heavenly. Things might get shaky, like the butterflies in her tummy, which were fluttery. xxx Now Sheila reveled in the head her off-spring had sprung upon her. Her body was unwinding, her head was feeling better, her legs felt – – her legs felt her son’s hands move to her thighs. She was the day-shift (read day-shit) manager, the effective complaint department when customers had problems. Could he? If she could stop it now, here at this point, not crossing the line any further – the line HAD been crossed, that was for sure!
