We hardly ever worried about leftovers at our house. Everyone always ate everything up. Even if she just made a sandwich, it was always better then th... one I made and used exactly the same stuff.I remember asking her one time, "Why do your sandwiches taste better? It doesn't make sense. We use the same stuff."She looked me, smiled and said, "I always put love in my sandwiches." It was true, everything she did was just a little better.I don't know how far we ever made it through that book of. It irked him somewhat that Eve was not at this gathering because it was an opportunity to make valuable contacts that might mean more custom at his modest furniture shop in an acceptable part of town where lords and their wives or mistresses shopped for items of interest.He had recently received a shipment from the Continent of second-hand pieces that were probably stolen or confiscated from homes of out of favor intelligentsia down on their luck due to a change in government. Some of the items. We sat staring into each –other’s eyes whilst we made small talk; both not daring to ask or say what we both really wanted. My cock was rigid as I looked into that sweet face. We finished our coffees, paid and left. I knew she lived nearby and was dreading saying goodbye to her.We walked hand in hand a little further; I then found the courage to ask.“Will I see you again Candy?” Her eyes welled instantly and we embraced for the first time; then our lips met and I tasted her for the first time. I don't know if she noticed or not.PRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHHH!A popping, loud fart putters out into a silent but deadly blast that almost forces my head back had it not been for mom's hand on the back of my head.PRRRRUUMMMBBBBPPPPP!Without a moments peace, mom's anus opened up and fired a long, moist fart that suddenly began to rush like a geiser from out the sides of mom's panties. She immediately let go before any of it touched my screaming face. I dropped to the ground with a.