I recollect also largely what we said and did, and generally our bawdy amusements. Where I fail to have done so, I have left de***********ion blank, r...ther than attempt to make a story coherent by in sorting what was merely probable. I could not now account for my course of action, or why I did this or said that my conduct seems strange, foolish, absurd, very frequently, that of some women equally so, but I can but state what did occur.In a few cases, I have, for what even seems to be very. She scanned the bar to find none of her locals were in yet. She was wearing a cotton blouse and skirt with her usual stockings and half heels that just gave a light emphasis to her calves. Summer in England had some advantages in ridding us of coats. “So Ian quite an evening last night.”“It certainly was Mum.” I wanted her to open up so I was fairly cryptic. “I really feel close to you now Ian. It is so good to share such intimate things with you. I wonder if you would ever have told me about. It was a nice fit and it took up the whole eight foot rear wall. The day ended on an upbeat note. On the way home I bought two baking potatoes, which were huge, and 'fixins' packs from the deli in the store. I put the potatoes in the microwave and baked them, sorta. The package of 'fixins' contained sour cream, chives, and bacon bits.We ate the hot as hell, potatoes drank diet coke and laughed. When it was good and dark The Brit asked, "Are you going to chat and masturbate again?" I won't, if. I also remove my shorts and gently put her hand on my cock. She gets the signal and all shame is gone. She pulls my foreskin back completely and starts jacking me off. I cup her breasts and bite her nipple. There’s a mild sweet fragrance on her body. I finger her pussy until it becomes slimy wet. We break into a kiss. She is a passionate kisser.Her body is well toned and my fingers slide all over her. She starts moaning now. I make her sit down on the bathroom stool and guide my cock in her.