Oh, I am probably over thinking things, but coffee technology has evolved so much in the past centuries, and I am quite happy for it. The true dark ag...s for me where before you could make good coffee in minutes.If I am ever permitted to go home, I bet I would be the toast of the town for showing them this remarkable brew. Assuming they would be willing to try something brown in color from the monkey world. There loss if not I suppose.It was in that moment, when I could feel it. Feel death’s. Read at your own risk as it will make you fall in love with my stories. You will not be able to stop yourself from searching Part 2. Mother, a word that is worshiped in the country I live in. But isn’t she a woman? How should we worship a woman? Yes, absolutely. We must worship her by satisfying her. Today I am penning down my experience with my mother. Rather, it is the first chapter of how I start thinking about her sexually. It was a hot sultry day. No one was there in the house. I, like any. "I told everyone that I was going to a police seminar in Oregon and I'd be gone a couple of weeks. It was funny how everyone accepted my trip with no questions asked. Later I found that they thought I was going to a Betty Ford type clinic and wanted nothing but the best for me. If they only knew.My trip to Switzerland was uneventful, sort of. I was picked up by a limo at the Lodge and driven to a small local airport. There I was put on a plane destined for the west coast. The private plane. Steve smilled and kiss my wife on the cheek then walked away from the grill. My wife stepped in close and whispered to me that her pussy was hot. She took my hand and pushed it down inside the small bikini bottoms. Her legs spread and two of my fingers easily slipped inside her body. She bucked her hips a couple of times then pulled my hand out and pushed it to my lips. I had cum on my fingers. She said lick it. I glanced to see if anyone was watching. Then I sucked the mixture of my wife's.