"I'm still trying to get used to all this." Ok, well, let's start."She stood up, putting her wine glass back on the coffee table. "As you like my bott...m so much, we can do something called spanking. Have you ever heard of that?"I thought for a moment."Well, I think I've read about it, but the idea never really turned me on. I don't mind trying," I said."Good," mom replied. "Now, I'm going to stand with my hands resting over the fireplace mantelpiece, with my ass out a bit, and I want you to. "How do you feel, Nicole, I'm a bit wobbly?" she giggled as she leaned over and kissed me on the lips.Well, I was taken a bit off-guard by it but I sure didn't push her away, either. It actually felt pretty nice. Her lips are all soft and nice, yes, I liked it.We both fell back on her bed laughing and giggling, then she moved back over me and kissed me again as I felt her tongue begin pushing into my mouth. She was frenching me. I've gotta say, she might have been a girl, but it sure felt. The cobwebs cleared finally around eight. By the time the call came from Lamar, I was pretty much back in the game."Meet us in the lobby in ten minutes," Lamar said to me."Right," I replied. Lamar was about to get a surprised. Unlike most women I would be a few minutes early. I was always early, usually at least a few minutes, sometimes much more. When I got to the lobby, I found Lemar standing with two strangers. One was a male, who looked like Albert Einstein, but with better hair.The other. Hell, half our married friends were either divorced or headed that way! And our single friends weren't faring much better. The more I thought about it, the madder I got. I had to do something. I wanted to catch this sonofabitch dead to rights so I could justify beating him to a pulp. I could claim "temporary insanity" or some such thing when it went to court. So I devised a plan. I picked up my suitcase and stashed it deep in the closet where it wouldn't be easily seen. Then I picked up my beer.