’ Eh? What was up with Ida, pussy neglect syndrome? ‘I suggest two strips of bacon, a potato cake and scrambled egg.’ ‘Will I like it?’ he v...ntured cautiously. ‘It’s what I’d probably cook you in the unlikely event of you staying overnight with me.’ Dick straightened and smiled broadly. ‘In that case bring it on.’ She laughed cutely and said he was funny, and walked back to the counter, turning halfway to look back at him and caught him staring. Dick’s heart almost leapt through his shirt when. I gave her a grin and put my hands on her shoulder and we went in. That afternoon we spent a great amount of time consuming wine and little snacks. We had lunch at a small Bistro that my mom said that she loved the terrace. We joked and laughed. We bantered and there was a lot of touching nothing serious just an arm or a leg, neck and back. I forgot all about the other women there, my mom was amazing when she is in her element and I think the wine helped too. She was so beautiful in her. And every once in a while she would move around, and her skirt would flutter and fall deep between her ass cheeks. Her and her friend were chatting about this and that, and she would shift her ass from side to side as she talked. That made her skirt sway back and forth even more. I don't know if she was wearing panties or not, but every once in a while her skirt would flow just right, and get wedged in between her ass cheeks. I would get a glimpse of how deep her ass crack was, just before she. ”“Yes, I know,” Moses chuckled, “but aboard ship your hotel room is constant and everything you need is within walking distance of your cabin, it’s travelling but without all the one-night stand upheaval. But this time they wanted a traditional magic cabaret stage act with magic trick stuff like sawing the assistant in half, throwing hatchets at a young scantily dressed lady on a revolving board, making her disappear after surrounding her with a curtain, all that kind of act. So I needed a.