His suffering was not yet over, because Pat now moved her hands slowly, and they were still inside the young man’s knickers, and she was slowly movi...g them around to the front and between them. He saw the man face smile with anticipation, as her hands must have touched his manhood, round and round the spun on the dance floor, and once again she looked straight at Leo with her smiling eyes. Leo was feeling uncomfortable, and he could feel his penis throbbing, as he knew that she was masturbating. Lewis realizes that his hand that is on his erection is slowly stroking up and down. This is my mother! A very hot older woman, yes, but still his mother. But if she is taking it in the ass from my uncle, then what is to say that she won’t at least suck my dick? Lewis doesn’t know where these thoughts are coming from, only that he knows he is horny and still needs more fucking.Joyce realizes that her son isn’t going to leave. So, mustering all her will power, she decides that she will. Pushing. “KC” seemed reasonable to him, and in those days before zip codes were the rule, mail got sent wherever a postal clerk thought it should go. His letter happened to be handled by a man who had lived in Kansas City before the war, and then moved to Atlanta after the war, where a buddy lived who had saved his life. That man threw the letter in the bag going to Missouri, and when it got there, it went to the “KC” Police Department.It was the first letter that had ever been received in the Wilson. Slow steps, anxious eyes look into the darkness, trying to see… trying to know. Each step drawing her closer – burnished wood, icy stone. She can not escape the circle of souls surrounding the white draped form. She struggles inside as she realizes she really does not wish to. Emotions filling her soul, calling to her in a dance of ancient desire and the emergence of restless anticipation. Guiding hands – urging fingers – sibilant whispers. A reluctant awareness as the leather slides over.