The feeling of being submissive to him was unsettling to me. Unlike my mother I did not like it. I decided that I would not continue to see him. Harr...ngton was to come over that night. I would end the relationship. As I sat reviewing the time that we had spent together, I had to admit that I had enjoyed most of it. In bed he was a powerful, forceful lover that left me totally satisfied every time we made love. His phallus was average in length but thick in circumference. His favorite position. Me . Come on, stop it. Tell me who it is. Stop teasing your old mother’‘ Mother, I am telling you the truth. I want you to be my wife. I want to marry you and be your husband for the rest of your life. Tell me if you agree otherwise I won’t marry with anyone.’ He said walking to a side and standing at the window.Veerta had been stupefied. What was her son saying. He wanted his mother as a bride. It was a sin, she thought. Why had she never noticed that in her son. Now, she remembered the wet. Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at [email protected]. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged. ?We are going to be late, Grant!? Brandy called out as she closed the door to their small home. Brandy had just finished a shift at the bank where she was a teller and was still dressed in her ?professional? cream-colored blouse and. As agreed, I picked her up at 4pm. What have you planned for me? she said to me as she sat into the car. That is a surprise I told her, not wanting to give anything away. Jen always falls asleep on long journeys so after about 30 minutes of driving she was sound asleep. She looked so sexy as she lay there and the thought of the night to come was already playing on my mind. How would she react? How would I react? The suspense was killing me. I drove to the next city where I knew that neither of.