Looking outside the room, I could see the nursing staff frozen in the act of running towards the room I had just been occupying, when I heard a voice ...ehind me."Hello, Henry."Well, I've been a Christian for a long time and had seen unbelieving sinners come and go, but I knew Who spoke to me, for my soul knew Him. I was, without any doubt at all, meeting my Maker.I wasn't too shy to answer, "Hello, Lord."He smiled. I have to admit that this smile was not a particularly reassuring one and I felt. I am not sure though, because at time it happened I was staring at an ass that had been prominent in my fantasies for the last two and half years.It was naked.I sat back on the couch. I had been prepared for a lot but not... It was everything I had imagined it to be. Smooth, tight skin. Her hips flared softly in heart-shaped curves. Her buttocks were full, the sloping curve from the small of her back to the sharp lines proclaiming the border of her buttocks and her thighs were mathematical. I listened intently to them telling me their most personal things and I did the same. We discussed all the things I spoke of above and more as I showed them tricks to make old junky cars look great.Siza wanted to know about my childhood because I’d told her my mother was abusive when I was very small. Somehow she was interested particularly in that and in time I felt compelled to ask her if she’d been abused. “Oh, never by my family,” she said more than once. Then finally one day, maybe because. Remember? That was just before you kissed your mother after you had kissed my pussy.”Mom said, “Just for record, I like it. He can kiss me anytime no matter where those lips have been.”Amelia asked, “Are you part lesbian?”Mom said, “I could be with you. My son isn’t the only one that masturbated to your centerfold.”Amelia said, “One last time, it wasn’t me.”Then Amelia hugged Mom and kissed her on the lips. Mom returned the kiss and cupped Amelia’s ass thrusting her pelvis against Amelia’s.