How are you? ... Good. While I remember to mention it, Julia's planning on your visiting her Thursday evening. She said something about your needing t... prepare somehow. I don't know the details so you should call her to find out." I was careful with my language. It was to demonstrate my TK to Carol, so I'd obviously be there, but I left my involvement out to avoid any questions from Mom."Thanks. I'll do that now." She gave me a quick hug and then moved to the phone.#4: #1: I told Mom that I'd. " Come on up and have a drink. Then you can decide whether you want to take me up on the offer."Reluctantly she agreed and they proceeded to his small and spartanly furnished apartment where he poured drinks and they sat on the well worn couch. For the next hour or so they traded life stories, hers growing up in the small village in Puerto Rico, working at the local market, meeting the handsome Ricardo at a dance and their marrying only two months later. They had wanted children, but none had. When he entered her, it was the first time she had ever experienced what it was like to feel a man from the inside. "I looked into her eyes. Her hands on my hips were pressing me into her. I took her breasts into my hands fondling them. She urged, “Fuck me” I started fucking. Oh, my son, fuck me, fuck your mother, fuck me, my son, fuck me hard. She was repeating the words again and again, while moving herself up to meet each of my strokes. I lifted both her legs placed on both sides my. "I'm sure we'll become such goodfriends."Tilly nodded, no doubt remembering her role as hostess, and, after alittle hesitation, settled onto the couch besides the angular lookingwoman who seemed to have a strange idea as to the purpose of Mom'ssoir?e.The conversation moved onto different topics such as who had acquirednew pets; who was sleeping with whom; who was on the way up or indeed,down: just the normal things that would interest competitive lesbianslavers. Nothing surprising there. Mum.