I called Audrey at about eight that night. She had given me her phone number several days ago and had told me on the way to her house this afternoon t...at she felt bad that I had never called her."Hi Audrey, it's Barry." This is Audrey's mom, Barry, hold on a sec and I'll go get her for you." She had laughed in a good natured way at my mistake. She sure had a young sounding voice. My mother was forty eight years old, and she sounded a lot different on the telephone than Audrey's mom did."Hi. She lit the fire and knelt next to me. She bowed her head before the chair near the fireplace. She whispered for me to do likewise. It felt so good to kneel, like I had just jumped into a cold stream and then got up on a slab of warm granite. My senses were alive. I could smell the pine burning and would have settled into a bliss, but suddenly a set of nails were scratching their way up my back. I held myself steady and kept my face to the floor. The scent of burning pine mixed with. She was breathing in short gasps and holding on to my ass cheeks. I started to pull back, the sweat running down my forehead and she said, “No, no baby, stay in me for a few minutes.” I stayed there as long as I could, exhausted, I had to either lay down or sit down, I was drained. I slipped out of her pussy with a ‘plop’ and extricated myself. Looking around quickly, I realized that there was no other place, so I crumbled to the floor and lay on my back, trying to catch my breath and regain. ” her eyes locked onto his, drawing him in “...behind.” His throat wobbled again as he swallowed, and without taking her eyes off his she could see a bulge rising up from the depths of his trousers. It wasn’t a large bulge. Somehow she hadn’t expected it to be. Just this euphemistic allusion to anal sex brought on a sudden flash of memory, and she found herself recalling the occasion - some years previously - when a man had first entered her that way. He had also been somewhat under-endowed.