In some ways things between us were good. We talked and made love and carried on as though nothing was wrong but the problem was always on my mind.One...evening as we were watching television I decided to approach Sonya on the subject of marriage counseling."I was thinking that maybe we should try marriage counseling. What do you think?" I said."You really want to do that?" She said. "I've thought about it myself. It might help us."For the first time since I got home from Dallas and caught Sonya. "We drove up to the library and Kelly said, "I have a different idea. I want you to go into the library, pretend to look at books. I want you to flash a guy and then take him to the men's room to fuck him. One other thing -- pick out the oldest man that you can find in there. Fuck and suck him. I won't need you for this one but just in case I do, I'll look for you in the men's room."We both got out of the car and I went inside first. I went looking for the oldest man I could find. I walked. I kept picking up bottles and flinging them to the end of the isle as fast as I could, knowing that I might be shot in the back anytime. The fourth bottle broke one of the doors in the cooler. In only a few seconds, the floor was covered with broken glass and foaming liquid."Jesus Christ, Larry. Let's get the fuck out of here!"I saw the top of my pursuer's head as he ran back toward the door. In a flash I cut to the left and saw two restroom doors. Figuring that she instinctively went into the. Unlike the younger girls, herpussy lips were concealed by hair, but they were fuller. She lay backon the bed and spread her legs , giving me a closer look at herpussy, to see the details. She told me something about the partsthere but I didn't remember it later. Mom's pussy had more hair, butI'd never seen it closeup like this, nor had a chance to just look atit without her moving away or covering up. I didn't think that momwould like me trying that, and honestly, I'd never thought about.