Roland had never thought of his mother other than as his mother. He was aware of her more ample body, but had never thought about her anatomy as he ha... his sisters'.Underneath her night robe which she was taking off, he could see she was wearing a thin gauze-like night gown. When she proceeded to remove the upper part of the gown revealing her breasts, Roland swallowed and repeated his earlier question: "What are you doing, Mother?" I'm going to allow you to resolve your curiosity. You can't go. "That's why I'm doing this interview. I want to set the record straight." All right, Sandy. Twenty-five years ago, you were the bright shooting comet on the Hollywood scene. The papers called you the new Mae West, the new Marilyn Monroe. Your escapades were chronicled in the tabloids and they caused frenzied speculation about your personal life." You're being kind," Miss King said with a wry smile. "I was the industry wild child, a rapid disciple of the adage 'sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll'. In. Mike makes sure to grab the chair, leaving the couch for Stan and I. As we sit, Stan scoots close to me. I look at Mike. His dick is practically tearing through his pants already. Stans hand moves to my leg. I politely brush his hand away. Pissed as I am at Mike, the thought of letting this ape of a man handle me, makes me sick to my stomach. Stan puts his hand on my leg again and this time starts rubbing up to my pussy. Thats IT! I stand up and move to the center of the room facing the two. . It just made me tingle, you know...?”She shimmies the jeans over her hips and down her thighs as she speaks – her voice a constant rattle of complaints about her life rather than a celebration of a fantasy to be fulfilled.We move around her as she talks, noting two rows of stable doors leading away from us on either side – horses looking over a few of the doors, heads bobbing – before coming back to our guest, undressing in a small open area at the main entrance to the shed.“I had no idea why.