I walked up the driveway behind the row homes to see if the back door was open. It was so I walked in. As I walked up the basement steps I noticed how...quite it was. I walked into the dining room and looking around into the kitchen and living room there was nobody there. I walked up the stairs to the bedrooms and decided to be quite in case she was sleeping. When I got to the top of the stairs I could see her bed room door was open. I walked to the door and she was standing at her dresser with. As the blonde woman led her further into the building, Mary realised she didn’t know her name. Again the woman answered without Mary having to ask. “I’m Sandra.”“How do you do that?” Mary said.“Do what?”“It’s like you can read my thoughts.”The woman smiled but said nothing. This was unsettling too. Mary felt out of place and there was so much movement. They were in a room where the provocatively dressed young women mixed with people who seemed to be there in some official capacity. Everything. That included shaving around her asshole, pulling on her pussy lips, and rubbing my hand all over her shaved pussy to feel for any stubble. When I told Mom that my tongue was more sensitive than my hand was she smiled and said, “Okay then you had better lick me all over twice just to make sure that you didn’t miss any hairs.”I came in my underwear as I licked my mother’s pussy and tasted her fluids as they leaked out of her hole. She had a sweet taste, almost like honey, I decided that it was. He observed the pouring rain with sombre interest. It too had rained on the fateful day the incident of the story happened to him. the rain was soothing to watch, and it was partly why he was seated here by the table with an exercise book open before him, holding a pen in his hand while he gradually dredged up the memory of what had happened to him on that day … of the person he’d met. He doubt if anyone reading this story when he was done telling it would ever believe a word of it, he too.