"POP" said the popcorn popper, like some vaguely orgasmic fragment of aural punctuation. Geez."Um, ok," I mouthed, exaggeratedly."And I'm going to mak... an announcement, at the right moment." Ah," I hissed. I didn't dare ask what the announcement was, but based on the conversation in the car, I suspected it might be related somehow to that. "Well, you're the boss," I whispered in her ear.She grinned conspiratorially. "So, give me like five minutes to discuss with her," she concluded. And raced. Then, she flips back around, leans down and rubs my back with her breasts, up and down and round and round. Oh, delicious."Okay, now you can turn over. Just what you've been waiting for, right?" Oh, yeah." You look like you're enjoying this," she says as she touches the head of my penis with her finger.She kneels up over my head facing down my body and begins to massage my neck and shoulders. It feels wonderful but my mind is on how things will feel when she gets further down.As she rubs down. It was obvious to her from the outset that finding a private accommodation would be far too expensive so she concentrated her efforts on those locations that offered either a room inside a residence that included an evening meal at a reasonable price. She found several interesting ads but the one that intrigued her most was one in the Sunday paper."Room to let with meal included. Sitting room with television. Must have reference. Low rate. Contact Mrs. Gates between 8am and 6pm."The first. It's really not that many if you break it down that way." How many did you fuck? How many did you suck? Were some just hand jobs? Where did all this happen... ?" Slow down, Little Lady. I certainly don't remember all those details. Let's say I had sex with most, sucked almost all, and five or so were just hand-jobs. They happened in lots of different places." Wow, Mom. That's so hot." Well, I'm glad you think so, I guess. I just hope you won't try to beat my record or anything!" Would that be.