"Okay, on our sixth anniversary. And when did you have the next dream?" On my twelfth anniversary ... um, two days after my anniversary."The man scrib...led on the paper and then asked, "Was that the last one?" No, I had one a year ago, two days after my eighteenth anniversary."After writing again, the man looked up and said, "So you seem to have them every six years. First on our sixth anniversary, then six years later on our twelfth anniversary, and then on our eighteenth anniversary, which is. The beard was nice. Softer than it looked, I bet it would feel amazing between my thighs.He didn't even bother with the living room. Thank god. He carried me straight into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed. I may have shrieked a little."Take off your clothes." He rumbled.I didn't fuck around. It would be stupid to play coy at this point, and frankly my clothes needed to be off. They felt binding and itchy. My skin was hot and it wanted air. So in less time than it took him to get his shoes. She said that she was habituated to wear this nightie in USA. She said if you don’t like it I won’t wear. I said no mom you look beautiful and I don’t have any objection if my mom looks beautiful. She smiled for my words and continued to prepare the dinner and I went to take bath. By the time I returned from the bathroom every thing was arranged and mom was waiting for me. I joined mom at the table and had our dinner. After dinner we talked for some time and I went to sleep. After 5minutes mom. “Having to work around roommates really sucks. I wonder if we could go away for the weekend sometime.”“I do not think either of us has time for that,” she said regretfully. “But there are always the holidays. We can learn how to ski together.”Tony looked at her, thinking about how much there was he wanted to show her, share with her, explore with her.“You know what would be great?” he asked. “If you go back to Sri Lanka over the summer or anything, I could go with you.”“What?”“It would be.