He runs his tongue along the full length of my slit before popping the lube open. He squirts a small dollop onto his fingers and slowly massages my ti...ht little asshole. Small circles round and around, teasing a fingertip inside. It feels good. It feels strange. I’m excited and scared. I hope I can do this. He continues to play with my ass, licking my pussy as he does. There is so much going on down there. I tell him that I think I’m ready. He lubes his cock and moves between my legs. He teases. The Allen residence was a nice one, in a upper-middle classneighbourhood. Along the way, my new mother took the time to show meseveral places to help "jog" my memory, as they all believed that wasthe reason why I couldn't remember Allison's past.One of the stops we made was the school Allison attended, but we werenot able to go in. So we pulled into the driveway of "our" house. Sheled me inside, and gave me a tour. We were headed for "my" bedroom,when the front door opened, and Allison's. "See something green?" she asked, startling me and smiling.I jumped guiltily and looked away. "No, not at all." And now, even to this day, I don't know what made me say it but I blurted out: "Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?"She raised her eyebrows but didn't look at all put out of countenance. "Sure, why not. You look right enough."That was the start of my courtship. For the first time in a long time, I wasn't alone. We did everything together, we had a million things to talk. ” He sat and kicked off his worn boots and socks. He cracked open a beer and tossed me one. I relaxed back into the comfortable easy chair and twisted off the top of my beer. “So tell me about you Greg, you know some things about me, But I know nothing about you,” he said, smiling. “Well, I have my electronics business that I run out of my house. I do pretty well for myself. I love to garden, both flowers and veggies. I’m forty-two and single. I’m still looking for Mr. Right,” I laughed and.