Judy Morris wasn’t just any 39 year old woman, she was the mother of Larry, his football training buddy and best friend. Matt didn’t have the ball... to make a pass at a woman her age in the first place, but his Mom’s best friend was particularly out of bounds. Judy had had other ideas. Matt’s visits to Judy Morris’s house had begun innocently enough. He needed the extra cash so had offered to do some gardening jobs. He was a hard worker and it showed. Then Judy had begun to notice the furtive. Grahata may have all the wealth of its gems and the only decent harbor on the island, but I wouldn’t want to live here. There were better places to make your money than living over a demigod’s prison.I entered the next alchemist shop, identified by a wooden sign with a mortar and pestle carved on it. The acrid scent of dried herbs assaulted my nose. A paunchy-faced woman looked up from a counter, her fingertips stained yellow.“Do you know what Chromium is?” I asked.The dull glint in her eyes. Don't you have a girlfriend?" I looked at her. For a while I was silent and then I told her. "Mom ,I'm going to tell you something and I want you to listen to me very carefully ,please." My mother nodded. "I tried to get girlfriends but haven’t worked so far. All the girls seem to be completely stupid and of no interest to me. So, I gave up. I have been dreaming about you for a long time and I keep on jerking off many times everyday, smelling your. She remembered how David had looked at her when he'd been in a loving mood, when he had wanted to press her warm softness close to him and to slide his hot, hard penis deep up between her open thighs and moan out his love for herBette felt her cheeks flame red, thinking back to the lovemaking which had existed between her and David. She stifled a low moan of despair which threatened to erupt from her throat, and tried to block the mental image of herself and her dead husband locked together in.