Susan wasn’t the least bit appreciative of my antics however and she reached up with her hands and grabbed my sides and began pulling me in while le...ting out a long low moan..“ aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh yes! That’s the spot!” she purred smiling with her eyes closed tightly. As I bottomed out, our groins meeting skin to skin with all my meager six plus inches inside that luscious puss of hers, I paused only a moment before starting to slowly back out again. Susan was not having any of that though, no. I searched my heart and soul for what Gypsy was becoming to me. No other woman like Gypsy had ever taken such interest in me. No other kid I knew had such a great job. No other kid I knew was making what I made. They certainly weren't making it to fuck pretty women who appreciated a young man's attention. I sipped my drink as I pondered life itself. A short time later Gypsy strolled through the game room, naked as usual. My presence startled her as she turned a light on in the room. "Howdy! I. Staying in your mother's house when you're 40 is quite strange. She lived an old lady's lifestyle. The house was quiet, with just the ticking of an old clock unless the TV was on for some dire daytime soap.I arrived on the day before The Day and we had a quiet meal with my dad's favourite food and wine: spaghetti puttanesca and Chianti, and it was fine. Poignant at times, but okay. Then, after a few days, she could see I was getting bored, so she invited me along on a weekly get-together with a. " You can't give me my own address?" asked Claudia, acidly."Ma'am ... whoever you are ... if you're really his sister you should know your own address."The line went suddenly dead.Claudia hitched up the papoose sling that draped across her front, holding little Tony. She had brought him with her because he was her son, and Bob's nephew, and because she was breast feeding. She had expected it to be difficult to get through the gate at Fort Riley, but nothing could have been simpler. All she had.