Last to go on were the heels, a new experience for me!I walked (OK, hobbled!) into the lounge, Phil was reclining on one sofa with a gin and tonic in ...is hand. On the coffee table was one for me.'Come and sit,' he said, 'you look lovely'.'Thanks', I said, 'so do you'.I sat next to him, gently placing my hand on his stockinged leg.'Mm, that feels nice' he said, 'but, I need to cook!' bring your drink through so we can chat in the kitchen'.I sat at the kitchen table as Phill busied himself with. Punish me like I deserve.”I pulled off her and rolled her over without waiting for her assistance, and she whispered, “Purse, upper pocket,” and I pulled out our old tube. I lubed us up and lifted her hips and said, “You liked that piece of shit fucking your ass like you were a little rag doll, didn’t you?”“I liked you there more…but yes,” she said in a mixture of fear and exaltation, and I pushed against her without hesitation, feeling her relax as I took better position. “I’ll give you an. She grabbed an empty glass and spit into it. “Dammit”, she screamed at me, “never ever eat asparagus and have me suck you off.” I had a look of disbelief on my face. “You know what vegetable I ate tonight?,” I asked incredulously. “I know asparagus,” she said. “It gives cum the most disgusting taste.”A couple days later I asked her, “C’mon, you can really taste the difference in my cum?” She said absolutely. She said I shouldn’t eat asparagus anymore and I should have rice, carrots. and. Well I did not care for either of their opinion.I cared about the opinion and feelings of the one person in my family that I was attached to the most. My mother, Pavithra Krishnamurthy. I have to confess, I adore her, and I would have been upset if she had also found fault with my decision. But she as she had been over the years, fully supportive, and was genuinely pleased.I still remember the warm hug and teary eyes, when I announced the news 3 months back. She had murmured how happy she was.