The thoughts I was having being this boys mother were crazy but at this moment in time as I lay floating in that pool, he wasn't my son and I wasn't h...s mother, just a man and a very horny older woman who was enjoying a mans hands on her.Mark worked the lotion into my legs and across my ass at first very quickly but than to my surprise he squirt somemore on my inner thighs and across my ass again. As his left hand rubbed the lotion onto my ass, his right hand was working the lotion on my thighs. The paper was high quality and in supple condition. She began to turn pages back toward the beginning of the book.“I think this is what we were sent here to find,” Keith said. They reached the first page of the neatly written Greek. Keith began to read. “‘In the year that Alexander died, the seven divided his kingdom. We wept that all his conquering was parted, but only Alexander could rule the world. This book is the testament of Ptolemy Soter of Alexandria, heir to the knowledge and lore of. “I like the way you look holding that guitar. For some reason I think you should have that guitar. Maybe my friend would sell it for a lot less than a thousand dollars. I could ask him.” Orrin looked at the guitar, then back at the man. “Thank you, but I doubt I could afford anything. We just moved to town and we don’t have much money.” He strummed the guitar again, closed his eyes and felt that strange sensation again. “ What’s your name?” “ Orrin,” he answered and plucked the string again,. “Morning, lover,” she giggled. “Thank you, Keith. I needed that, I needed you,” she continued. “Well, I am so glad you let me know. I needed it too, and baby, I needed you too,” Keith said.“Want some coffee?” she asked.“I’d love some, honey,” he said as she was moving to get off the couch. She made them both a cup of coffee and she took his hand and led him onto the back porch.“Come on, baby, I need to ask you for something.” She laid the kitchen towel she’d grabbed on the way out, on her.