I took him in my hands, lining him up with me, and slowly sank down, feeling him stretch me, inch after slow inch. We gazed into each others eyes as I...fully embedded myself on him, then started picking myself back up. Up and down, in and out, so slowly that each thrust lasted a lifetime, stirring the fire inside of us. Our breath started coming faster, I could feel myself shaking all over, and then it was too much. Throwing my head back, I started having the biggest orgasm I had ever had, and I. The door was locked. So I went near my house front door and when I was about to grab my keys, I heard sound of someone screaming. I could hear it very low like some distance away. I looked around but there was no one. I stood there for a second and I could still hear the screaming sound very low. I went around the house as the sound was getting higher as I was walking close. I noticed the sound was coming from my mother’s room. I went near the window and tried to open it slightly to peek. They introduced Aunt Clara to the joys of a late morning strawberry daiquiri. By one thirty, lunch forgotten, the three of them were well advanced in inebriation, and in the throes of what was fast becoming a critical examination and dissection of all that was wrong with men in general, and Walt in particular.At three o'clock, the club manager came by to suggest that the ladies might want to take their discussion into one of the more private banquet areas. The ladies, with Georgia as their. A... a dog!"For a long moment, the aged woman didn't answer, only puffed unseeingly at her pipe as she rocked. Then: "Thinking, young lady... that's what I been doing. Tryin' to decipher the most positive way to make you understand." She doubtingly shook her head. "It ain't the same anymore... young folk just don't listen..." Please, Granny, tell me!" Jean pleaded.Again, the old woman sat in silence, letting spurts of bluish, tobacco smoke out with colorless lip-popping sounds. Then: "All.