We set all the details in motion, and that is where our tale sets in:My mom picked me up at the airport. She is about 5’7″, with your usua... middle aged woman body. A little bit plump, with short red hair, and green eyes. When she met me she gave me a huge mom hug, and a small kiss on my lips.“It’s about time you come to see your old momma.”She was 58. I was 31, at 6’4″, with short brown hair, and blue eyes, slender build.She made a comment on how I. It didn’t bother me that I had wasted the last year of my life working a dead-end job. I wasn’t even bothered by the fact that I had crashed somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. All that now mattered was the dog’s tongue darting in and out of my now soaking-wet pussy.I wanted to be ashamed of the way I felt, but I was unable to. I was too weak to care, too fragile to even muster up the willpower to try and regret the arousal that filled me. So there I lay as the dog licked my pussy. Before long, I. She told me to get it to the bedroom so that we can watch the movie together. We both sat very close to each other and hence we came closer almost touched each other by sides and the movie was romantic and there were various bed scenes in it. When the bed scene used to come on screen we were breathing heavily.A very sexy bed scene of the movie came on screen and i started feeling excited, we looked at each other and came closer to each other. I slowly put my hand around her back and gently. Is the cure sometimes worse than the disease? I’m not wishing I had gone fishing instead, if that’s your real question. Except for missing Sally, life is pretty good.There is much to relate.First, before you ask, Sally still exists, just simpler, not in her original form. Feeling relieved? Before I explain what has happened to Sally, I want to explain what has happened to me. Unconscious Sally won’t mind my usurping center stage, taking precedence.Second, I’m much cleverer now. My long.