" Mom. Concentrate on your Mom, remember?"We found her, puttering in the kitchen. She had a cook. Even the cook had an assistant cook. Didn't matter. ...ess' mom wanted to get that "mom" feeling, so she was hanging out, in the kitchen. She saw us coming. "Can I get you something? A snack?" she said."Mom. Something's happened."Marlene Henderson looked alarmed. What had happened? What tragedy had befallen her family? What?"Mom," Tess tried again, "It's OK! It's not... something terrible... But it's. Mass ended, and we left with the lightest of hearts.Sunday Agnes was right—the hall was nearly empty for her brilliant talk arguing for sexual liberation.She finished with an impromptu poem recited with one hand kneading her breast and the other her crotch: We are Women, hear us roar.We love sex, and we want more.Make it cock or make it pussyWe don't care we're not fussy.Organizers escorted her out to protect her from the small but angry mob.She called me a few minutes later. 'Wasn't that. We occasionally did this and usually ended up getting off on the kinky videos. Almost always, we get new ideas of domination for me. These videos involve women dominating men and usually it involved men getting fucked by women with strap-ons, men getting spanked, and men eating their own cum. As you can imagine, we have fun watching and getting ideas and experimenting. This movie we watched involved a dominatrix dominating a man. She dressed the man as a woman, putting on make-up and then using. I arrived for dinner and all of a sudden my mother starts talking about analsex, out of the blue.. it was the first conversation she started after saying hello.She told me she had analsex and that is was GREAT, whu? what? in an instant i thought about what she said "i'll smack the guy in the face that fucks my ass". I didnt say anything, but she continued about telling me she like it.The doorbell rang.. One of her friends also came to dinner, a tiny blond 40y.o women, a small B cup, tiny tight.