There's nothing like it. Wecan stitch in any color."He picked one off the wall and handed it to me, and continued, "We makethe handles too, all balanc...d, and much easier to swing than a plainbelt. Try it."My hand, trisha's hand, was wrapped around the handle, fitting justperfectly in my palm...I took in a deep breath....the belt, it felt solidand....and waiting, waiting for it's purpose....it almost disappeared inmy hand, it was weighted so well....I imagined it....I saw him using it on me as I. I came up from behind her and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight against me. My cock was pressing between her ass cheeks. Mom wiggled loose and turned around, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. We looked at each other for a few seconds then she pulled herself up to me and kissed me. It wasn't a fast, mom / son kiss. It was a full on lips connected, tongues touching, spit swapping kiss. There we were standing in the water naked, hugging and kissing like two lovers.. He nodded. This was it. Moving across the cave, he grabbed his jacket, putting it on. With a grunt, he picked up his heavy pack, fortuitously filled with all he thought he needed in this world. Settling it on his shoulders, doing up the belt around his waist, he nodded."Lead the way."The light behind them vanished.Tom froze, foot half lifted. He was in darkness. Total darkness. Panic rose in his his mind."Stop!"He didn't know if she did. Didn't know if she was still there. Didn't know if he was. Yes, Laurence was, like me "une ?trang?re".Only I did not know it yet. I still thought of myself as "un ?tranger"although with my poor French accent when I first arrived in Beaune I tendedto describe myself as "une ?trang?re" much to the amusement of Laurence andmy fellow teachers. After a few weeks, I got used to the differencebetween "un" and "une" and learnt to shorten "?trang?re" party thanks tothe Fredericks, Goldman and Jones song "Nuit" which spoke of a woman as"mon intime.