Jokingly, I said, "Didn't you go before we left?" I'm looking for a phone book, smart-ass. Do you want Italian or Chinese?"I responded with, "Hookers ...r food?" Food," She replied. "I wouldn't know how to expense the hookers."I countered, "How about 'Expert Witness?" And what am I to tell the auditors when they ask what area of expertise they had?" She asked playfully.I answered, "Forensic Knot Expert." You're kidding right?"I told her truthfully, "You could always try it. I read about this guy. “Truth.”“Who was the first girl you really kissed, when and where and how far did you get with her?”I blushed a little but it really wasn’t anything I didn’t think she’d already knew. “Elizabeth Mackey,“ I confessed, “I was sixteen. It was my first day in high school while she was waiting for the bus. It didn’t go anywhere but first base from there…”I looked at my mother and said, “Truth or dare?”“Truth.”“When and who was the first man who had his tongue down your throat? How far did he get,. All of this took a micro-second then she met his eyes.Tom smiled and she smiled back. 'Darling', she said, 'it's lovely to see you. But why didn't you phone? I didn't expect you till Friday.'As she spoke she was thinking how unusual it was for Tom to just stand there, naked, with her looking at him. Usually he was very shy about such things. She remembered a number of occasions when she had wanted to use the bathroom when he was in the shower and he had been annoyed. Now he just stood there. I could tell he was getting close and I was getting pretty far along myself, but I wanted to do one more thing. I sat up, forcing his legs down, and looking over my shoulder at him, I slowly turned my body with him still inside me until I was straddling him with me on top, facing him, his expression said all that was needed about my maneuver, he loved it. I leaned down and kissed him, our tongues dancing, until I sat back up and started riding him hard, flexing my ass, working his orgasm from.