"Oh Frank, I have missed you, why didn't you write more often? Three letters in five years isn't much is it," she asked with tears showing in her eyes...I got up and hugged her, again something I never remembering doing before. Now I felt her body against mine, with only her thin nightie covering her body. Also this was the first woman I'd held close in over five years and my body responded such. Getting a hard-on over your own mother was never intentional, but here I was with my hard member. “Just lie on your back on the bed.”“Don’t you want my gown off first?” She was desperate for the touch of his hands against her skin.“No, no, the gown is you, and you are the gown.”She frowned back at him, and had to say, “This seems so strange.”“You’ll see,” he said, with a kindly smile, as his fingers unbuttoned his shirt. “You made the gown to fit your body. Together, you and the gown, are one entity of silk that I long to adore.”So dubious as she climbed on the bed, and lay on her back,. I know the two of you have been intimate, but I don't feel it's fair for you to "save" yourself for her. She's probably fucking someone by now anyway...wise up honey!" I was stunned, and had no words to reply with. She went on to say, "You've had your way with me and gotten me hooked on you, and I want to be able to have that whenever I want it." With that, she tossed her cigarette, uncrossed her legs, and pulled the camisole up exposing her bra-covered breasts. She slowly said, "I may be much. He needs to get a grip. The whole purpose of the run was to stay in shape, and clear his head. He walks past the blonde and brunette, yet again. This time they are leaning against the bench. Both stare straight at him, a naughty grin across their faces. He does a double take, looks away then back to them as he sees the brunette crook her finger and beckon him to her. Stunned, he uses his index finger to point to himself, mouthing the word “Me?” towards her. She and the blonde both nod and.