So I turned around and knocked to find my wife"s mother home alone, as always. I knew she liked to dance so I asked if she'd like to join me. She agre...d and to the club we went. I just wanted to hear a few songs to see how good the band was but she just got up and started dancing and could move quite well mind you. After the bands first set I said we need to go and I need to get you home. I was being nice and walked her to the door. She said come on in and sit with me a while. Norm. His favorite time was winter when there wasn’t much to do. I’d come home on the school bus from Healdsburg of an afternoon, and he would be sitting on the front porch fidgeting with one of his ever present briar pipes and gazing over the vineyards at peace with life and with himself. He neither needed nor wanted the added complexity (and inherent laws!) of owning a commercial winery. Not that he couldn’t, or wouldn’t make wine. Tucked in a corner of the property, cut off by a small rise, were. .. that is really, really red!" Good," said Ken."Now you try." On my eyelids?" Yeah."He was a little squeamish about it, but it did make a truly intense red. It was the sort of vivid color that neither of them had expected to see again.Another day she painted her face with sperm, and Ken had to admit that she had a beautiful face -- not that he had much to compare it to except his memories as a 4-year-old. She in turn painted his face with it."I could give you a blow job," she said one day.Ken. She dropped her left hand to her tummy and crossed her left knee over the other. I captured her image in the picture and my heart skipped a beat.“Move your left hand down and hook your panties with your thumb,” I commanded with the huskiest voice. She complied with my request. “Push it down off of your hip. Lower. Even lower yet,” I asked softly.She thumb was resting all the way down to the elastic on the opening of the leg at a point where just a hint of her pubic hair was showing. She.