"I think I found two. Could you look?" He opened the book."That's a red lilliputian lampshade. I've never seen one this far west of Brisbane. But it's...a possibility. What's the other?"He showed me. "Oh, that's an agaric muscaria. They give people strange dreams." There are a bunch near the trees." We'll get gloves and harvest them for the nungungi. He might have a use for them." Okay. I'll tell him." He went back outside."Completely bonkers," said David. Sarah fussed, so I went to change her.. As I finished, she slowly, removed her mouth using her tongue to clean the tip of my cock. She looked at me and her tongue moved around her lips as she cleaned away a few drops. I was totally in love with my mother. She smiled, leant forward and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.She moved back alongside me, lifted my arm around her shoulders and snuggled into me. I was conscious of her breast up against me; I could feel the hard nipple I had seen on Sunday. We just sat like this for a while. " I called to talk to Pete." I'll wait."Jesus, this is boring ... there ought to be something I can listen to while I'm waiting."Pete?" David." Listen ... you said something about a basement in my place." Where's the door?" Out back?" Shit ... we filled that in." Wasn't a door ... just a bricked in hole." Anywhere else?" The forklift floor?" There's a ring in the ceiling?" A trapdoor below it?" A chain hoist?" That heavy?" Thanks Pete."I hung up. Lunch.Where are you going?I'm going to eat.You. Bingo. No beating around the bush. "I'm up. Where do you want to meet?" 11:12 PM.25 minutes later I'm walking by the famous First Avenue music club looking for the bar next door. All I know is that she has red hair and is wearing a U Of M jacket. I walk in and scan the crowd. Nothing. I work my way to back. Scan the bar -- there she is!Red wig and the right jacket. Checking her out. Big bootie. Big breasts. Cute face. African American. Yummy. Showtime!I walk up, tap her on the shoulder and say.