" She laughed softly and even maybe a bit nervously as she saw his face when she said the word pussy, but then he nodded and smiled too."Alright mum. ...nd do you....well...just this once..." As he hesitated a bit, he pushed the sheet down and she saw the big bulge in is shorts. Biting her bottom lip and thinking quickly as she looked at him, she saw him looking back as he pushed his shorts down to expose his hard young cock again to her. "Sorry, I'm...I'm really hard again mum. Can you stroke my. His bedroom was a total revelation. There was a bed and bookshelves but no toys, instead the walls were lined with workbenches and on each was a different machine, a lathea drill and a milling machine amongst others. Above the benches were shelves each of which held an imaculatelyconstructed model of some significant piece of engineeringhistory. A beam engine, Stevensons Rocket, The Sentinel weresome of the labels.He briefly explained that they were scratch built and all of them worked but the. We argue for a few miles. By the time I get her home, I am not pissed off anymore. We go inside and she takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. She starts unbuttoning my shirt and unzipping my pants. She is on her knees, still wearing those big boots. She loosens my belt and grasps my cock and frees it from my boxers. She takes my cock and immediately puts it on her mouth. I can’t anymore. I grab her by the arms and pick her up and push her back on the bed. She wraps her long legs around me. Her reply was, “Only if you get up off your knee, and look me in the eyes, and ask me like a man.” Naturally, I complied, and Linda said, “I was only playing with you. I would have said ‘Yes,’ even if you’d asked me over the phone.” We began a long distance engagement after that, until Linda could get a job transfer to my city, and the rest is history.Now, my life feels like it’s complete again. Linda and I bought the biggest house we could afford, so we’d have room for my two kids when they.