She did and we wandered out to the car park.As I was driving she began to talk about her Christianity.She was jolly but not smashed so it was quite in...eresting to talk to her.When I got to her house she asked if I'd like to come in for a cup of tea?Why not I thought.I went inside her flat was imaculate, as tidy and as clean as can be.She brought the tea into the living room and we began to chat.Then she burst out with it."I never seen a real penis"It was completely out of character and out of. In the eighth frame I knew as soon as I released the ball that I was fucked. I had hit one board to the left of my spot and as I stood there and watched I thought oh well, maybe next time. But the God's were still smiling down on me. The ball came in on the Brooklyn side of the head pin, I got good pin action and all of those puppies went down. I began to think I could do no wrong. The ninth frame was another strike off of a poorly thrown ball and I just knew it was my destiny to roll that 300.. She remained on my face and her weight kept me from getting free…as if I wanted too in the first place.About five minutes passed by as I continued to drink from her wonderful tasting womanly nectar. I could have stayed like that forever.Unfortunately Mom woke up. She apologized for falling on me then she felt me munching on her pussy and lifted her skirt high enough to look under it. Mom asked me what I was doing but I only mumbled into her crotch. Then she realized the position I was in was. I took solace in the fact that she had extended our time together to four days and the next time would be longer. She was to have the surgery on Friday, the 24th. We had agreed that she would take off two days before the appointment in order to get some rest and, although it was not mentioned, to make the transition from Tess to Laura.We had never spoken of her quitting the business entirely. I had thought of it, dreamed of it but had never considered bringing it up. It was a boundary too.