So handsome. My lovely boy.’ She moved closer. I opened my arms to accept her and and embraced me snugly, pressing her face into my neck with a sigh... ‘I love you,’ she murmured. ‘I love you too,’ I replied, a little lost. I wondered what Carla was doing, if she was making some more coffee. If… Mom turned her face up toward mine and sighed. ‘Peter,’ she murmured. Then she kissed me. Not a motherly kiss, but one that lingered and became heated, with soft tender lips and the heady smell of perfume. ”She did her best to pretend it was all a scene of her own design and that she was not a victim but actually the organizer of the entire tableau with the express purpose of giving her just what she wanted after months of sex-deprived existence.The young man in front of her face bounced his business on her lips and she opened her mouth knowing it was time for her to show some degree of cooperation in the process. She even kept her eyes open in compliance with the instructions and saw the thick. It was taking him awhile paging through the many ads. He actually knew basically where the ad was, but he enjoyed her skepticism. He liked the way she challenged him. The excitement was making his club thicker in his pants. The suspense couldn’t last forever, so he found the ad and showed it to her. The ad was the best they had ever done. It was a breakthrough. A regional bias was pervasive in the fashion world. Everything Victoria had produced before had been for mid-western markets. The ads. The weekend passed as many others had till then, on Sunday morning Ken, took the k**s to the farm, the other three following an hour later in their own old car. Having got the youngsters saddled up, Ken left them under their dads watchful eye, and led the two women down to a barn that he now used for films both to acquaint them with the sets, and to discus at length the films he hoped to make with them. There were Four sets and a rest area in the barn, a small kitchen, a medium sized bedroom,.