The look on her face was silly. Grinning she said, “I know you are all not going to believe this but it’s déjà vu. I’ve been here before. And ...f I tell you what I think is going to happen you’ll take me back over the bridge and commit me.”John had experienced weird moments like this before with his wife. “Come on Honey, you’re not going to put me through this crap again, are you?”“Honey,” she answered, “I’m telling you that this is so eerie that I’ve got goose bumps. There’s a small, attractive. She then turned and we began to French Kiss again, only this time I tasted my cum. It was the first time I ever tasted cum. Salty, warm, slimy, I almost revolted, but she would not let me go. I knew I was in her control. When I got hard again, she turned and went down on me again.I felt like I came about a dozen times as she worked on my cock. I was drained and all I felt like doing was sleeping. She turned, we kissed and then she said it was her turn to get off. I thought she expected me to. Just then, Sims Carter came to my rescue."Oldham, that girl you danced with last week was asking for you." Oh no, I ain't getting hooked up with her again," I said, thinking of how Paula had accused me of trying to kiss her after she got me to finger her pussy."Not the tall one. The other one wants you to ask her to dance."I looked over at the Speedwell side of the room and saw Margaret smiling at me. Paula was there too, but wasn't eyeing me like Margaret was. I looked around, trying to think. A fewyears ago, just to see... I'm not sure if I put them back quite right.She was looking at me funny for a week." That's so strange isn't it? When she was a little girl, your mom,Olivia, used to be quite the tomboy. I remember our mother trying toget her to try on dresses, but Olivia wouldn't have anything of it." You think she wouldn't like me doing it?" I think she might have gone through something similar, and she doesn'tknow how to deal with it. But honestly, I haven't seen your mom in.