The child, Evelin, seated herself at a wall, and started singing to her flower. It was a strange song with broken verses and strange words. It sounded...old. Keme had never heard it before. He doubted the child had either, not with her ears anyway. ‘I know where the report is,’ said Evelin, suddenly interrupting her own song. ‘Do you want to know where it is, Keme?’ Keme felt cold. He hadn’t introduced himself to the child, nor to the worn man. ‘I will tell you if you want me to,’ said the child,. I think most men just want to see my body nude and in my younger day I would have no problem with that but now being older and married I'm a bit more conservative ... I also think my husband would have a bit of a problem with me showing off to a whole bunch of guys.In late May or early July of 1977 my best friend and I were invited to a pool party. Wed decide to attend even though it wasn't terribly hot in Toronto. At the very least we could thrill a couple of guys maybe even get our first. "The bull smiles when you milk it," he said grinning.My mom and dad busted out laughing but my mother's laugh turned to moreof a moan before she was able to silence herself. Her eyes shut and Icould see her thighs clamp onto the Bishop's arm. Her right leg bumpedthe top of the table and her shoe fell off.As my dad came down from his laughter he said. "You're welcome over fordinner more often if you keep telling jokes like that." Still completelyunaware of what had just occurred right in front. ‘Fuck me,’ she whispered. He did. He started slowly, then built speed, until their mutual rhythm felt perfect, the lush sensuality of her tightness all but overwhelming him. She continued to pull on his ass with her lower legs, then she crossed her ankles behind his shoulder blades, grabbing her feet with her hands. Her shift in position allowed him to sink his final inch into her. He began to thrust with more intensity, and found himself in a zone, his cock a fucking machine, so engorged it.