Yet here I sit, on a river bank. Of a river I had grown up playing in. The Canisteo River. Of my childhood. A childhood I had thrown away.I remember h...ppy times here. I remember long walks with Suzie. We were loners in our own little world. We’d walk and talk. Long long walks. Play games. Chase each other. Play fight with each other. It was happy times. Her smile, her green eyes, her long red hair. Tickling. Making each other scream with pleasure and delight. I remembered the time she slipped. She turned briefly to look at the woman’s two daughters, who had quickly settled into their seats, and noticed them both staring, wide-eyed, at Kirsten’s new interest. Kirsten looked back at the girl, to see her holding the large mug in both hands, back arched and eyes closed, taking peculiarly large gulps of the coffee, as if it were her first, or last, taste of the beverage. Her soaked lilac dress still clung tightly to her figure, and her legs were splayed out in an almost risque manner. . Janet already knew that she was going to the hotel with me but she was pretending to play hard to get. Once we got to the hotel room Janet was in total control of herself and me and she was fantastic in bed."Bob hesitated here and picked up his martini and took a long drink. As I quickly reviewed what Bob had said so far. He had almost everything right except his conclusion.So based on all the evidence I concluded that you hired us two high priced hookers and you wanted me to think we picked. Mom – Son, during our hot sessions as well as romantic moments, we always used to say to each other. Whatever happens to each of us – we should not stop from fulfilling our love and sex desires. Only that I am going to get my sexual needs satisfied from my son – our own creation.Me – Mom, if you don’t mind can you share what sort of sexual life you led?Mom – May be on another day I would not have even though of uttering even a bit of this to you. But now… yes… I can share everything with.