”Sandy started sobbing uncontrollably. “I can’t believe you are kicking me out of your life.”“What do you mean by that?”“Mike, I used t... hate you but over these three months I’ve fallen in love with the new man you’ve become and hope you feel the same about me.”“I am in love with you now too Sandy. But I can’t forgive myself for how I treated you so cruelly. Being with you will just remind me of how I used to be such a self-centered douche.”Do you remember that poem? “If you love something. Isn’t it because you saw my hairy down there in the trial room? What? Do you not like me changing my habits?Me: No, no, mom, it’s nothing.Mom: And what did you think when you bought me all this stuff? Haha!Me: Errr…I don’t know, mommy. I just want you to be happy.Mom: I must say that your taste in female stuff is quite exquisite. I wanted to wear that panty you gifted me yesterday. But I’m going to save it for some special time. Haha!I was silent for a while.Mom: I know you are well equipped. I was also as hard as a rock, and she had been rubbing her belly over my penis as it rose to the occasion. I delivered the final blow, and final caress, which included a teasing finger running the entire length of her folds, and finishing with a flick to her clit. I helped her onto the floor on her knees, positioned between my legs. "You need to take care of something first."My penis was waving in her face, and my meaning was more than obvious. She lifted a hand to it and I said, "No, no. Hands. Dirty would not come close to describing the place. The smell of stale beer hit my nose as I entered. There were maybe a dozen people, a few couples sitting down, and a few old men at the bar, sipping tall beers. Each table had an ashtray and under that, posters for the band with play dates and locations.I almost turned and ran back to my car, when the band started playing. One of my favorite tunes blared out; overcoming the dingy tables and chairs and the stale smells, I sat down. Beyond the.