As I pushed my middle finger up and down her slit she let out another moan “I take it you like them? They are yours.” She sat up to remove them in...the passenger seat as we continued down the road. She held them over her crotch for one last look “They are neat aren’t they?” she smiled. I agreed but before she could pull them away I held them down and started working them inside her. Once they were completely inside I ran my hand along her slit stopping only to play with her clit.“are we going to. "Dunk, Patty's got another one for you. You sure you can handle all these pools?" It's not the pools I am worried about" I thought to myself."Yeah mom, most of them are in pretty good shape to begin with so it's just some cleaning up and retooling of the ph levels." Ooooh, so technical" she winked, coming towards me with another slip of paper. Rather than give it to me, she hugged me. It wasn't a motherly hug either. Normally she would hug my shoulders and give me a kiss on the cheek. This time. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy. I've behaved like a boor. Forgive me. Please.' He stood holding the book out to her as her eyes darted all round the shop and then focussed somewhere near his feet. He let the hand holding the book drop to his side.'Look', he said to the top of her bent head, ' here you are. No-one's seen us'. He held out the book. ' I'm going. This never happened. I wasn't here.''Please!' she looked at him. Pleading. Her dark eyes like liquid pools ready to overflow.. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.But the stranger ... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the.