.. if such a thing exists. You pre-ordered?" Yes, a salad and egg dish made here exactly as I like it." She pointed to a large oval dish only 1/4 full...of a plain looking "mixed salad, eggs and tomato with a pesto/yogurt dressing topped with Roquefort. I had to teach them that one and they named the dish after me." Not something I'd have thought to order, but I may have to try it. I ordered a 1/2 anchovy pizza. Plain, and simple to gauge this place as a pizza shop. The plain side lets me judge. We’re used to it. I once heard a tape by Ram Dass, an American spiritual teacher, in which he told of seeing a newspaper article about an abused baby being taken away from his mother. As a police matron tried to take the baby, he kept struggling to remain in his mother’s arms. Although his mother was the one who beat him, she was the one he knew. He was used to her. He wanted to remain in familiar territory.This story illustrates our relationship to our own egos. The ego is our pain, but it is. I told her I had learned my lesson. She laughed and said so had she. ?I?m sorry honey but from now this is going to be an open marriage, well at least on my part.? She said laughing. ?But don?t worry you can go back to writing your stories.? She said taking off her robe. She lead me over to the couch and had me lay down on it. She freed my throbbing cock from the pajamas I was wearing and told me to keep my hands at my sides or she would stop. She took my cock into her hand and rubbed it. . being with you,” he said.I slowly ran my hands through his sparse chest hair. “For how long?”“The past sixteen years.”I giggled. “Really, that long?”“No, maybe the last three or four ... since you got these...”His hands cupped my large breasts and I let out a little involuntary moan.We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital glow. Being with an older man was so much different from being with guys my age and my head was spinning. I could hear the waves gently colliding against the.