. I think I'll use this in one of my satires!My escape from my father's potential wrath was successful by the timely invitation to visit to some old f...mily friends who had a villa near the coast at Minturnae. I borrowed one of my father's older chariots and took my leave of the adulterous embraces of my new mother, but not before she had added considerably to my small stock of erotic knowledge.I enjoyed my stay with my new hosts, but in truth there was very little of interest to do at their. He was about to leave when I asked him to stay for tea. He agreed and we started talking. When the tea was over, he got up to leave again.Suddenly I said, “Avinash! Can I talk to you about something?”Avinash: “Yes, aunty. Is it serious?”Me: “Yes, and promise me you won’t tell anybody.”Avinash: “Yes. I promise. What is it?”I started discussing my problems with my daughter and at my work. He very calmly listened and was responding in a very calm and composed voice.After a few minutes, I started. When I arrived, Pam was standing there like a drill Sargent. “Where have you been?”“I wanted to look pretty for you, Ma’am.”“Just like a girl, always taking forever to get ready; present yourself for inspection. Not like that, on your knees, bitch.” Pam hiked up her skirt, revealing that gorgeous pussy, it was neatly trimmed and glistening with nectar. Although I had tasted it earlier, I wasn’t able to see it buried under her skirt; it was magnificent.“You know what to do,” was all she. It might diminish them for all I know. It's like she's the perfect escort. She provides men with every level of comfort and relief. She makes them better somehow through the process of an hour's talk and sex. Is sex an integral part of the process?" I don't think so," Mary answered. "A couple times around noon Harold called her and they talked for nearly an hour. The first time she must have calmed him down the way she kept her voice quiet and let him talk most of the time until the end when.