I know that you’d enjoy it.’ Mom smiled. ‘We’ll see.’ It was her stock answer when she didn’t want to disappoint, knowing that she wouldn...��t be able to keep a promise if there was a last minute order to be delivered on the Saturday. ‘Would you mind if I tagged along with you on Sunday when you go over to fix your Uncle Bob’s computer?’ ‘Does that mean I don’t have to ask if I can use the van?’ Mom gave me an evil eye but only managed to make me laugh. ‘Do I hear you complaining when you don’t. Although she had a good sense ofhumor, she wasn't usually the first person who got the joke. Thereforewhat was happening right before her eyes just didn't comport with therest of her matter of fact life.Sometime after lunch, Jim Torrance came by Santa's village. He couldn'tget too close because there were too many people. The crowd of childrenwas pretty well behaved, too. Torrance had come to the area from hisoffice and so he didn't immediately see where the elves were standing.That meant that. Then she pushed my knees apart and stood as close as she could come. She put her arms round my head and pressed it against her breasts. My God, how she smelled. A pungent mix of sweat, juice, sperm and stale perfume."Touch it," she whispered, "but be gentle. It's a bit worn."My God, she was sloppy. To me it felt as if her cunt was emanating heat. And yes, I could not think of it as a 'pussy', it certainly felt like a worn out cunt. She was wet on her thighs, her cunt and her sparse hair, and. I know I'm not making much sense." She inhaled deeply. "Maybe someday I'll tell you. And maybe someday I'll get over it. But not right now. OK?" OK," I said. "You hungry?" Famished," she said."Let's get some dinner. And I don't mean dorm food, either." Great idea!"We went out to eat, keeping the conversation light and easy, away from any explosive topics. We enjoyed each other's company immensely-like we always did.When we got back, we found out the game had, indeed, been canceled due to rain..