. an old man falls in love with a twelve-year-old girl. It could help me understand the machinations of the women in my family; you know the ones my a...e.”The Library Lady and my mother shared a look, but neither of them told me I couldn’t take home the book.The last books were, A Farewell to Arms, by Ernest HemingwayThe Grapes of Wrath, by John SteinbeckThe Art of Happiness, by the Dalai Lama, andCivilization and its Discontents, by Sigmund Freud.“That should keep you busy for quite a while,. As I opened the car door she slid into the seat, her gown had a slit running along the side; I was treated to a flash of bare thigh and the top of her stockings.“WOW mom dead sexy” I laughed, she playfully slapped my wrist and called me a pervert who ogles old women. We drove to the party and were greeted as a couple; my friends were astounded by the transformation of my mom. Many of them danced with her and complements came from all angles, at last she was relaxing.A slow piece of music. I was frozen, as if unable to move or speak. He took his massive semi hard dick and big hairy balls out through his fly and grabbed my hand, pulling me down to my knees in front of him. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into his sweaty manhood. His scent so manly, his big cock so soft yet firm on my face and lips. He felt incredible! There was no point in resisting, we both knew I wanted this. I began to tongue his heavy, sweaty balls as he continued to hold my face into him. I. After about 30 minutes with nobody returning, I text my Master, telling him of my unsupervised week alone. Within minutes I get a reply back. Slave, strip naked and prepare yourself. When you are done, sit by the door waiting for me. I will be there in about 30 minutes. Rushing around, I strip off my clothes and put on the collar, cuffs, nipple clamps, and ball gag Master got for me. Then I wedge the vibrator into my pussy, turn it on, and pull my hair into a tight ponytail. I set out the toys.