Walter lovedthe feel of his mother's body against his and her response to his fuckingher. But why hadn't she allowed him to do this before? Why had ...heteased him? Why had she withheld what was rightfully his?"Oh god Walter this is so wrong but this is so good," his mother moaned.Walter fucked her harder, he was close to coming and she was gettingwetter and the stench of her cunt was getting stronger. Walter pushedhis mother's head down on the pillow and held her there by her shouldersas he. “And you haven’t been out to the glade?”“Not at all,” Oscar answered.Shaking his head, Oliver said, “I’ve never heard of a Druid getting a gift from the Gods and Goddesses without a visitation. Of course, I’ve never heard of a gift that comes and goes, so I don’t know what to make of it.”Rather than answer, Oscar walked beside the Grand Druid to the car. He didn’t really want to talk about the matter. There were other issues that required discussion. He asked, “So what did you think of the. ”“Look at all the gilding.”She led him into the main temple. “This is the Emerald Buddha,” she said.“Looks more like jade to me.”“It is carved from jadeite. The clothing is solid gold and changed seasonally.”Together they wandered the grounds. Chris regarded gilded statues of demons and angelic attendants. He looked up at the golden spire.“Over here,” she said, “is a model of Angkor Wat -- the most sacred shrine in Cambodia. We’ll have to go there one day.”“It’s warm here,” he remarked and let. “I always feel a little sad doing it myself now.”“Doesn’t it make you feel good?” he asked, digging his thumb into her inner thigh.“Yeah, it does,” she replied, “but when you did it for me it made me feel special. Pampered. And then you made me cum like a little whore.” She punctuated the statement with a giggle.He thought about telling her not to call herself a whore for the umpteenth time, but finally just sighed. He thought about what she was trying to offer now, wondering if she’d figured.