Free Blogger: MILF LESSONS - MILFLESSONS round of wrenching sobs came from behind the closed door and that helped Buddy make up his mind. He made a fist and knocked gently on the door. "Mrs. Harris?" he called. There was no answer. He knocked again. "Mrs. Harris?" he called, louder this time.
Marla heard the boy calling and was as unsure about what to do as Buddy had been. She could hear the concern in his voice. That meant he must have heard her crying. She sniffled a little, grabbed some tissue from a box on the nightstand next to the bed, and blew her nose.
"Mrs. Harris, are you all right?" Buddy called again. He was starting to get worried.
Marla took a deep breath. She had to respond to him. It didn't look as if he was about to go away. "I...I'm all right, Buddy," she called. "Look...I...why...why don't you go...go out and have a seat in the living room? I'll be...I'll be right out."
Buddy was glad she'd responded to him, and that she said she'd be out. He walked down the hallway, into the living room, and sat down on the sofa.
Marla blew her nose again, then she got off the bed. She was about to turn and walk to the door when she realized she still had the skimpy bikini on. "I'm not sure this is exactly the best outfit to be wearing when I talk with Buddy," she thought. "It's already caused enough grief." Instead of taking the swimsuit off she walked to her bedroom closet, got out a floor-length, fluffy, terrycloth robe, and slipped it on over her swimsuit. "There, that's a lot better," she thought. Then she unclipped her hair, shook her head, and let the wavy blonde mass tumble down over her shoulders. She took another deep breath, then she headed for the bedroom door.
