I raised her hands over her head and held them tightly. She sucked my dick like that. Then I pulled her up with her hands, mid-blowjob, and pushed her...to the bed. She fell on her back on the bed.I pinned her hand to the bed above her head with one hand. With the other, I grabbed her boobs and pressed one boob hard while I sucked the other. I released her hands and switched between her boobs for a minute. Then I kissed her stomach and pulled her jeans down simultaneously.I went to kiss her thigh. She set it down, got up and went over to a music centre, only modern thing in the room. Don't know what she put on: Pink Floyd, maybe, but I for sure can't remember now. She came back to the couch, settled herself comfortably, her head on my shoulder.'Listen, and let it come onto you.' I sat and did as she said, listening to the music, real aware of her slight weight leaning against me. In a while I began to feel kinda different. More relaxed, more sensitive, wanting to express deep thoughts. Was that the extent of her knowledge? Even now, if she had been able to keep a relationship with her children, if they came to her to get her advice, what could she advise them on? What life experiences did she have, what 'wisdom' had she gleaned from her life experience could she pass on to them, to make them better in their lives? Could she teach her daughter how to suck a foot-long dick without chocking to death? Would that be useful, good parenting? How about showing her son how he should. I ask for cell number and after thinking for a while she gave me her number and told me to call her at night. I call her at night and we talk for one hour and then went to sleep. after that we meet in the park at the same time in the evening and that day instead of walking we sat down and talk for 2 hours while we were talking she told me that she in interested in me but dont know how to make a decision because i was there for one month and after that what she will do. i told her dont worry.