Oh how wrong was I when tram arrived. All seats were taken and bit crowded inside as well.. I've headed at the end of tram as always and found my spot...to "chill" durning way back home. On next stop even more people walked in to the tram and this time it was bit too much for me, but I couldn't do anything with this. After few minutes of standing and thinking about meaning of life I felt hand touching my ass chicks. It's crowded so thing like this happen all the time when it's not enough space. I. Easier with email. Addy?I hesitated, but in the end, I gave in and sent it, or at least one that I used for porn sites. A burner address. She didn’t disappoint. Every other night, a new link or sometimes a PDF of the kind of stories I craved. And the following night, she’d ask if I’d liked it and what I had liked about it and I’d answered honestly, letting my guard down a little at a time, and the emails would get longer and more intimate as I shared more and more about what myself. Not only my. The extreme of one sensation seemed to quantify the other. I put my head back, closed my eyes and drifted on Edith's voice. I couldn'tunderstand a word of her songs and yet they were so sensual. I knew she wassinging of love, and pleasure, and yes, pain too. There was the sound of yearningin it. Yearning for what? The ultimate lover? Sex? Yes, it was definitely sexy. I opened my eyes as it dawned on me. The sound of his voice, uttering thosefour words, displaced the soft French lyrics. Now I. He kissed his mother as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Slowly he began to move in and out. The table began to rock and squeak under the pressure. It didn't take long for him to realize that the table wasn't going to work. He lifted his mother from the table, holding her with her legs wrapped around his waist. "Chris," his mother squealed as he lifted her from the table. He gently went to his knees, his penis never coming out of her, and laid her on her back on the floor. "Mmmm, this is.