It’s a pleasure to be appreciated.’ ‘A shared one, sir.’ ‘Once in a while you meet someone quite special free from princess dogma.’ ‘Pri...cess dogma sir?’ ‘Those long winded ladies that talk about ‘Me, Me, Me.” ‘That is the opposite of my ideal, sir. I would rather listen and learn.’ ‘Your ethos is a lost and forgotten ideal, Louisa.’ ‘The past cannot be relived.’ A server deposited to goblets of red wine on the table, along with a little pitcher to replenish the cups in due course. Andrew. I got there first- right after work, and I’d called him and asked him to come an hour or so later so I’d have some time to sleep after my long day. I stripped out of my black slacks and rose-colored tee, my underwear- well, pretty much everything. I then put on my new kimono-style robe and lay down to listen to my Alanis Morissette CD. I was woken up by my boyfriend (let’s just call him John for now) slowly massaging the insides of my thighs and kissing my neck. I moaned lightly as I opened my. They rose as one up the frets and melded into the woman's hair at the top. There were no identifying marks from any company, or a "Made in China" plastered on the bottom. He thought that it must have been very old. Again, he tried to remember who had been at the pool that day. Try as he might, he couldn't remember anyone entering the pool during the afternoon shift. Surely it wasn't something one of the kids brought in for show and tell; a child couldn't really appreciate something so well. .. in spite of that fact!” Mom grunted as she felt me bottom out inside her juicy wet gash.“Hey, you’re still my mother!” I smiled as I kissed the back of her neck and plowed her even harder.“So, I’m never growing old, right? I’m never gonna die?” Mom asked me again as she creamed herself on my cock.“Not if I can help it, anyway, just as I don’t wish to die, either,” I told Mom as I fingered her bum a bit, too.“Oh, fuck, yeah, honey! Do Mommy like that! Fuck your mother hard!” Mom clearly got.