He was pouring his heart out for the first 15 minutes about his break up but I found after mum had came over asking for a drink our chat started turni...g to her. Your father is a lucky man he'd say, shes still looking good for her age, she can have a laugh he also dropped in. Little did greg know I was liking the thought of him fancying her. As we sat at the bar I was feeling pretty tipsy and fairly brave and as greg would comment on mum, id say how I felt. She looks like she has a good figure. Debbie’s mechanic, Paulina, was ‘Pegleg Petrouchka, former ballerina for the last czar,’ now a feared and fearless rum smuggler in prohibition-era America. Debbie herself kept a diary that held everything from what she ate to her views on Plato’s Republic to conversations between herself, Homer, Sappho and Lao Tzu. Sometimes it seemed that she was actually speaking to Homer in person, which she was, because her thoughts and dreams were as real to her as the physical world she lived in and the. One said I wouldn't mind fucking her, so what about us all fucking you, I don't know if I should do that, sounds like you fancy the idea, I don't know, well think about it, ok I will, we gets dry and she puts her dressing gown on, I puts one of her dressing gown on and go downstairs, She standing there making the tea so I put my hand on her arse and says take it off and walk round with nothing on, I want to see your cunt out and ready and them tits ready to suck, so she puts it on the chair I. " "I was, baby, I was." Her hand did definitely slide up an inch that time. Alexander stared at it, hypnotized by the movement of his mother's petite hand sliding over his flesh. His hand fell away, uncovering the obvious bulge in his pajamas. Blondie eyed that bulge and moved her hand higher, close to the crease of Alexander's hip. She was throwing whatever caution she had had into the wind now and the cock that surely lay underneath that fabric was the focus of her thoughts. Any thought.