What the hell was wrong with me? I thoughtI was getting better with controlling my impulses and here I wasblurting out sexual innuendos in front of a ...mall child. Sorry, Imouthed and redoubled my efforts to maintain a good girl state of mind."It's okay if you want to touch it," she went on, and I practically drewblood biting on my lower lip to keep from doing something stupid likecrowing out 'That's what he said', "But you need to be gentle. Girlslike it when you you're gentle with them." I'll. Although we’ve never met, she seems to have plenty to say on the subject of “that woman” to sweet, succulent, Stephen and I doubt that much of it runs along the lines of:“Oh, she’s been tutoring you in the art of pleasuring a lady with your tongue. How positively delightful! Now why didn’t I think to teach you that?” Stephen’s mother, therefore, has become something of a taboo subject between us … the elephant who quite frequently smashes her way into our delicate porcelain china relationship. Now I feel like shit."We stood there silently for a few minutes -- I scraping away at an encrusted pot, and she industriously scrubbing a sink full of dirty dishes. Then she turned around and looked at me. She had a twinkle in her eye."Let's see if I can make it up to you in a small way. Hold on to your hat."She turned around, and then, and then... dropped her skirt, bent over... and flashed her bare behind at me. Christ, those full round globes! I couldn't stand it. I had to do something. I. I say.I then gesture towards your cock.It gives me a little thrill to be so bold about it.I notice that the height of the counter is just right for some fun. I have a sudden desire for you to take me on the counter.I sit the towel down on the counter and turn to sit on it. A surprising desire hits you.I realize that you are very turned on as am I. I want you to fuck me badly.But I want you to last a little while inside me.I have you sit down first.You comply with a mixture of puzzled excitement.