’ ‘I know. I wish I was too. Hey…what would you do if I was there?’ ‘Well, I couldn’t have a relationship without being able to kiss you. ...nd it’s ok if you’re bad at it, ‘cuz I’ll teach you how!’ ‘Well, what else would you wanna do?’ ‘We can’t do anything else! My mama won’t let you outta her sight!’ ‘Yeah but, what if we could do other stuff?’ ‘…Like what?’ ‘Well, like, can you imagine us in a bedroom, and I start kissing you?’ ‘Yeah, I like that.’ ‘What if…we started having sex?’ ‘Wow…’ ‘I’d. To McChord, Washington in early June, 1970 an opportunity arose to have sex with my Mom again. By then I,d been married to english wife Sarah nine months though she was preparing to rejoin me having spent four months back in England recovering from poor health. I was twenty five then and brother Austin fifteen. My late Mom was almost as keen a fisherman as me and one day it had dawned cloudy and cool she suggested we try the small stream that ran just below the house called Mill Creek. I let. I slowly pushed my mouth on his dick about an inch, and then pulled it back. I repeated this action several times, each time going a little deeper, till I felt his pubic hair on my lips. I knew I had a man's whole dick in my mouth and it felt OK. I pulled back till nearly the end of his dick, and then pushed back down. I could handle it; it was OK. I started to suck his dick as I moved back and forth. I kept the speed even and applied a lot of suction. The man started to moan and began to fuck. Luckily I had crossed before hand, preventing any type of show for this little voyeur. “Uh Miss…it looks like I’m going to have to go out to my car to retrieve some tools.”His words seemed to stumble out of his mouth as he tried to annunciate without stuttering. He was so flustered by the sight of my long stems that it made me chuckle. It was actually quite flattering to cause such a reaction in someone. My mind churned for a moment when I decided to see what kind of reaction I could draw from.