"Later, perhaps. Now, back to Miss Daniels's favorite author..." He shot her a smile, which she returned.At the end of the class, Mr Waters called Sop...ia over. He handed her the quiz with 100% written on the top. "Great job, Sophia. If there are any other great authors that your boyfriend wants to introduce you to, tell him he's got my permission."Sophia laughed. "I'll do that." Seriously, Sophia, I think it's great. I love Shakespeare myself. Anyone who converts is OK by me. Of course, I would. I leaned forward and kissed her, not an innocent mother-son kiss, but a sexy, deep, French-mouthed kiss, our tongues intertwining as my chest pressed against her huge tits. “I know you want my cock, Mom. That’s what you were thinking about while you were masturbating; you were wondering how big my dick was, how it would feel inside of you. Say it! Tell me to fuck you! Tell me right now or I will walk out and you will NEVER see my cock again!”Finally, her hands moved to caress my ass; “Yesss,”. “I guess so.” I said. It wasn’t the most enthusiastic of responses, but I had just had the wind knocked out of my sails and couldn’t bring myself to sound any cheerier. “Thanks Dad.” Sarah went on, “See you Friday evening then. I love you.” “I love you too, Sarah. See you Friday.” I responded, and then hung up the phone. --- When I arrived at Sarah’s house she was ready with her camping gear, which we promptly loaded into the car and drove off to pick up Katie. She lived nearby. Sarah gave me. ‘This was the man that made hats, his name was inside the hat he bought yesterday’.Cal took his hat off and looked inside at the smooth inside band. Sure enough there was the very same words branded there that was painted on the wagon in front of Bonners Store.“Tom look.” He held his hat out for Tom to look inside at the label.“This is the same as the sign on the side of the wagon, it’s the man that makes the hats the brothers and me bought yesterday,” Cal was excited.“I sure would like to meet.