The front door would be open, and I should just come downstairs to the basement, quietly, because your daughter was asleep upstairs. I arrived and did...as I was told. You waited for me downstairs, in the dark. It was dark by choice – the fuses were fine. I had your toy in a bag for you, the batteries already installed. How do we begin? I walked to you and we hugged. The same hug that we had shared a week before, but this time with the knowledge that it was a beginning and not an end. We hugged. So I thought I'd join and tell my story.My most erotic experience had to be on my 18th birthday. My friends took me to this place called The Basement. I'd never heard of anything like it, before or since (unfortunately). But wow, let's see if I can capture my feeling as I went through that experience.It didn't look like much from the outside - in fact, it looked like an old abandoned warehouse! The doors were steel and clanged really loud when you shut them. After passing through the first. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked as I tried, with gentle grace, to pry them away from her body. It was the strangest thing: in literally seconds, she seemed to go from sultry seductress to shy, insecure adolescent. I could feel myself shifting from the lust-driven frenzy she’d worked me into toward a mood of motherly concern. “I’m embarrassed about my stomach.” She quietly replied. Being such a tiny girl, having a nine-pound son had stretched the skin of her tiny waist into something resembling. He said, "I had heard you were dead."I answered, "Not hardly, I just moved out of the country. I have a wonderful family. I have one son and another daughter on the way. We came back to be here for Momma's funeral. She isn't sick enough to die, so I am fixing up her garden. She just needs something to do since Daddy is dead and I am gone. I am going to try to come back once or twice a year, but it is so much trouble and expense to get here."I disked up her garden spot in just a few minutes, and.