Maria had written to him at his home so he got into the habit of rising early to check the post before his girlfriend woke. After he’d received thre... letters in one week he went so far as to throw them in the bin. Hours later he dug them back out. It was inexplicable.Later he thought it out until it made sense. It was related to the way Maria described their time together. She knew that the moments between them were richer than his recollections. His memories were crude, scaffolded by. We were now in the late 70s. I told her that it was really the pair of highest heels I really liked, they looked so good on her. Now here it became very important for her to realise that it was not just her shoes that excited me but her herself. Several weeks later we were out about town, she was wearing a pair of knee high 3" Cuban heeled boots. We suddenly came upon a shop that stocked Bally shoes and in the window were perhaps the highest heeled black patent pumps I had seen in the high. Please don’t hate me!’ She was nearly in tears so I took her in my arms and held her tight. ‘Don’t be so silly. Of course I’m not upset and I love you. How could I be upset when I told him to look after you and I told you to seduce him. My only regret is that I wasn’t there to see it. Now stop crying and let’s get home. You can tell me all about it while we have a bath together. What’s for dinner Mike?’ ‘Well,’ he said smiling at both of us, ‘I thought a bit of steak would go down well so I’ll. I love her. I worship her. I belong to her. She is my Goddess. She is my master. I adore her. I admire her. I lick, lap, slurp up her cunt juice. I drink her piss. I lick her body. I lick her arm pits. I wash her ass hole with soap and water and then lick her ass hole inserting my tongue deep into her ass hole and she enjoys it immensely. Then after applying body cream, I fuck her ass. I fucked slowly at first because I was concerned about the pain I might be causing his mother, but mother.