’ Yet ownership has been under attack. ‘This is mine’ is becoming replaced by, ‘This is theirs, but I get to hold it for a while.’ We should...be able to own our car, home, and, even telephones. That which we do own is so poorly made that it breaks as soon as the warranty ends. Warranties which were once for twenty years, were reduced to five years and now are one year. That isn’t ownership. It is a rental of a different kind.”She walked to the short length of the ‘L’. She stood for a moment. All these attributes drew me in instantly. None of this was visible from the photographs. I mentally scolded myself for previously passing up this remarkable lady. She confided in me that a big reason for her relationship failures was because of her kids. Men in her age group are not interested in getting involved with a woman who has three teenage kids. The few men that didn’t have a problem with the kids, had other incompatibilities that couldn’t be worked out. There it was again… it. Since she'd been making babies for 10 years, I gathered she was alone, somewhat living on the financial edge, and very tired.Conversation was good. All of a sudded, I noticed tears in her eyes. I invited her to "let go." She did, and began to cry. There wasn't much I could do but give encouragement - weak, but showed someone cared. I asked what time she was off her shift. "10:00 p.m." I invited her to a late dinner. She couldn't say "yes" fast enough. She called her sitter and said she'd be. He then followed the trail down my stomach and over my belly button. I could feel the end of the honey trail snaking over my clit on its way to my pussy. “I‘m going to make a mess on your tablecloth if you don‘t do something quickly,” I announced. With that, Tom headed straight for my pussy and rescued the honey droplet extending over the edge of my clit. His tongue followed it upwards and then he returned to my pussy and proceeded to lick it clean. I was panting and loving the feelings that.