For surely nothing in The Father’s garden could do them harm. But now the fear was back. The sound tore through the twilight and echoed off the tre...s and rocks. It was a beast’s howl unlike any she had yet heard in the garden. It seemed full of emotions she did not know, unpleasant things she did not wish to feel. Her heart quickened as she scanned the dark. She looked down to her husband, sleeping without care against a tree. A moment ago she had been nestled against him, her head on his. What would you like?” Her welsh accent was completely false, an affectation to go with the name. “Beer please?” Jimmy tried not to talk to her tits, but they were insistent and filled his visual field. “We only do champagne love.” “It said cocktails outside.” “We only do champagne.” She repeated as if talking to a something beneath her foot. “It’s champagne of nuffink.” The Welsh accent suddenly got dropped as her distain increased. “Okay… champagne it is then.” . I told-‘but Ma, why u keeping all that bush over your there? I am not loving that. ‘Mom smiled-‘ok.ok Raj, I will do something.’ The night was getting hotter. We made love twice that night. Every time mom discharged a heavy pussy juice.She was very happy & satisfied. I was also. But mom was reluctant to show herself to me in light. She was so shy. We mother & son were heading towards a new life. In next day morning, mom was so cheerful & jolly. She was dressed so sexily & I was getting mad. A simple gold ring on her finger hinted of a potential husband, but her close friends knew that she only wore the ring to scare off any potential suitors, preferring to have a good book in her bed instead of a man. She had never been married but had tried some lovers, discovering that she didn't like sex. At least sex with a man.Her gray-green eyes were hidden behind a pair of glasses that she really didn't need to wear, except she liked the way the glasses helped her desired image; thinking.