I asked Josef to give him Louise’s address and telephone number.The next day I was driven to the Central. Hofmannsthal was there discussing Greek tr...gedy with Wassermann. I gathered Hofmannsthal was re-writing his version of Sophocles for Strauss to set. I was silent.“No comments?” asked Altenberg.“Sorry. No. I find Sophocles too depressing, too bloody.”“I agree,” Wassermann said. “Yet there is a deep truth in the plays.”“That’s what Freud says, isn’t it?”“Yes. Did you read his sex-studies? Did. We both kinda get into the topic of meeting up. At first I didn't really think it was gonna happen. He gives me a location, a gas station. I'm really thinking to myself. "Wow what if I drove an hour and he doesn't really show up, waste of gas." So driving and what not and finally get there. I'm waiting, he says he'll be there in 5 minutes. I see this big red SUV pull up. Which is what he said he was gonna be in. But I didn't know, I didn't know him, it was my first time with a guy. Especially. As they brokefrom the kiss, my wife sighed with pleasure."What the....?! What's going on?" I was finally able to stammer, shockedand confused but what I was watching, my son french kissing my wife, hismother, just inches from my face."Come on mum, get off that pathetic loser and come here," Adam said,commandingly, and Laura obeyed, getting up from sitting astride me, shestood in front of our son in the middle of the room, "Now, how about akiss for your loving, affectionate son," he said with a. She fixes a good meal and I tell her how good it was and actually go over and help her with dishes. She is deciding I am not the wild ass hole she thought I was. yet.That night, as I slept on the sofa my cock was hard as a rock thinking about her face, tits and ass. I had to stroke it. Well, in the night she got up and come into the kitchen to get a drink, I had my cock out on the couch, their was light from the street lamp, so as she walked across the floor, guess she forgot I was there, she.