It was a long drive inland to the townshipwhere my old friend had located his practice, and Harold grewsuspicious when he realized how far we were goi...g, but I simplyexplained that I'd been going to this same doctor for years andtrusted him, so it worth the drive, and that silenced him.When I introduced Harold, or "Harry," to Dr. Morton, the boyacted put out and was barely civil to the man, while the doctorcouldn't help looking at his new, unsuspecting patient with acuriously amused expression. My mother comes to the side of the bed where I am sitting, her fanny level with my face. I run my hands up the back of her legs over her stockings and on to her bum checks and push my head in to her fanny.“ I can’t believe I’m doing this with my mother” I saidI start kissing around her stocking tops and pulling her spenders with my mouth. My mother’s hands are on my head guiding me about. I start pulling down her knickers with my teeth and she helps as well and slides then down to her knees. That doesn’t mean that I would just sleep with anyone. I need a connection, something to talk to the person about, something in common. I don’t want to be all like weird and spaced-out, once the sex is over. It’s just my point of view.This story is about connection and how once you got that, the sex is just amazing. The girl in this story is a Brazilian girl who was practically lost in crazy Delhi and how we found each other. I came to New Delhi in the second week of December 2016, not too long. But you're so weird that I wonder sometimes. The same withyour friend Maple, I can't remember her ever screwing someone."I snorted. Of course! Maple was Maputo until yesterday. She could hardlyscrew anyone if she didn't exist."You see that, too, right? She's weird, isn't she?" Mom insisted,drumming her finger on the plate.If I said too much now, I would blow my cover and need to explain toher... how could I even explain this to her? I just shrugged."When you were younger, I always _wished_ that.