Finally addingsome fresh milk from the old woman owner of the cattle shed next doorwhich always had to be paid for first, typical of the miserable old...cowshe thought war or no war.Quietly entering her bedroom again she was pleased to see the girl wasawake and watching her though there was still no recognition in her eyesat all."Hur k?nner du idag min k?raste? "Jag har en kopp kaffe f?r dej. Vill duhar mj?lk och socker?("How are you today, my dear? I have a cup of coffee for you, would youlike. . magic.Standing in the small but well appointed kitchen, the fading afternoon light coming through the windows a slide show flashed through his mind, cooking for Sasha the first time, laughing with Steve while he cooked for an office party, grabbing a hot handle because he was distracted watching Sasha read a newspaper at the counter. Good moments; and they did not cause him pain, in this moment of reverie it was a simple acknowledgement of good times had and the possibility of others to. Drive you crazy that is. I laid down on the seat and put my head on mom's knee. She was looking at me while I looked up her skirt. Mom didn't have any panties on. Mom your pussy is beautiful. Baby, your making me wet. I moved my face under mom's skirt and began to lick her just above her stocking tops. Her legs started to open and close as I got closer to her pussy. Oh Jimmy, hurry and lick me honey before I ruin my skirt. A second later my tongue found moms clit. I began licking her whole. ”It was the first real look he had of her. There was tiredness about her eyes that he hadn’t noticed at their previous meeting. Her smile was the type one gives at a complaint desk, anxious and tentative. He realized she was as unsure of herself as he was. This put them on even terms footing, somewhere inside he began to relax, his self-assurance returning.“Finishing touches? I don’t see where you need any; you’re looking pretty good to me.”“Oh, thanks, that’s sweet.” Her smile returned to a.