Deep breaths.”Mother and son took a deep breath.Alden got a bit nervous.“Oh fuck. My mouth’s gone all dry. I’ll have to use lots of spit, mom....I can’t just shove it up your bum without using lots of spit.”“There must be a bottle of anal lube knocking about somewhere. After all, this is showbiz.”Luckily a rather camp make-up artist overheard and handed the boy a bottle of anal lube.“Only needs a couple of squirts,” he said.Alden was ever so grateful, but not as grateful as his mom.Alden and his. It was just small talk; the stranger was more interestedin finding something to waste his time on than what Don had to say.Talking to someone new, was better to the stranger than drinking insilence.Even with being out on his own, Don mentioned his lovely Linda everychance he got. How she knew he was out on his own, and that they bothdid not need to be in each other's pocket. He took his mind being on hiswife, as nerves for what he wanted to do tonight. He tried to reassurehimself that he should. ’”“Nor am I. But let’s be more serious. You’re clearly better than I feared.”“Yes. Michiko and I have just been talking about that. I’m returning.”“Tea, coffee?” Michiko interjected.“Black tea, please.”“Do you know what White wrote?”“About?”“I would like to believe in the myth that we grow wiser with age. In a sense my disbelief is wisdom. Those of a middle generation, if charitable or sentimental, subscribe to the wisdom myth, while the callous see us as dispensable objects, like broken. We had flirted a little during our meeting and seeing her there now, alone made me want more. I knew she had the same idea because she slipped her jacket off revealing her low cut top. I moved to her and began kissing softly on her neck and nibbling her ear while our hands explored each other's bodies. As I was moving down her neck she whispered, "I wanted you to fuck me right here" in my ear. I wanted her so badly at this point, my cock hard and throbbing to be inside of her. I moved down.