. it might actually turn into something."You're nuts!" He said once again shaking his head."Why? Just because no one else has actually done it?" I ask...d."For one, you're not really a Doctor, even if you sort of look like one, or are you forgetting that?" he asked me. I had graying temples now, quite naturally of course, that did tend to give me a very distinguished professional sort of look, along with my deep-set, piercing blue eyes. "You don't have a license to actually be practicing. "Good God! You were fucking the murder victim's widow!" he exclaimed. "Every week day you were laying the pipe to Janette Morgan! I interviewed her briefly last night and she never mentioned your name. Is there any chance you are mistaken, or attempting some sort of cruel joke?" You want to hear her mention my name, Cook? Stand in the closet next time I top her off and you'll hear her calling my name. Of course, I am not mistaken. I can remember the names of the women I'm fucking!" I stated. . ohhhhhh!" It felt more wonderful than I can say, making love to Mom like this. To me, analingus is the most intimate of sexual acts -- a pleasure I only shared with very special lovers. Who better to receive this precious gift than the woman who had given birth to me, fed me from her breasts, soothed my tears, taught me to read, raised me to adulthood? As I rimmed her, my right hand slid up the inside of Mom's legs and between them, cupping her warm, wet vulva for a few heartbeats before I. I did indeed drive my grandfather's fine new car, much to the chagrin of Sergeant Dahl, the general's official driver. The Mercedes was large and painted Prussian blue, an oversized sedan with a powerful motor and luxurious interior. It had been presented to him courtesy of the Verein Graf Schlieffen, an association of retired staff officers. I rather enjoyed roaring across the Junker estates with their great and ancient oak trees flying past like huge fence posts. In the passenger seat beside.