They should be in a museum or gallery.” “A few are, but mostly they’re here while I’m waiting to be discovered. Recently my main passion is wr...ting.” “Yes, I saw you writing in the park. What do you write?” She put the carving of the cat back on the shelf. “Ideas, philosophy, poetry, sometimes just observations and sketches.” Tom took the notebook out of his jacket pocket and thumbed through the pages. “I wrote about you when I went back to the park.” “You did? I don’t believe it. You wrote. Once he had one of his Jamaican friends with him and he introduced the other fellow as James.A few weeks passed and our son returned home for a visit. He was with Susan in the yard when William walked by. Susan waved and William did a double take when he saw our son. He walked across the lawn and soon figured out the relationship between his two new friends - mother and son.Susan, as usual was wearing a short, Indian cotton sundress and of course had absolutely nothing on under it.The sun was. Felix held her while she wept, and slowly, her sobs faded away. Suddenly, she pulled away from him and went into the restroom. She washed her face with cold water and took time to compose herself.When she came out, she was smiling. Turning to Felix, who was confused by her sudden change of emotions, she said, "When am I meeting her?"Now as she wiped away her tears, she tried to concentrate on the television. She didn't want to think about Felix and his new woman. But she couldn't help herself,. ”I sucked on the fabric trying to extract her juice, my cock hard from my excitement. I longed for her touch, to grip my cock, to rub her hands over its shaft and tease the cum from it. I heard the bed creak and I imagined her climbing back onto it, her pert naked ass sticking out. How much would I give to tongue her now, to stick my tongue into her nectar and rim her anus? I stopped sucking on the gusset so I could hear every sound. I heard a moan. Several moans and a sigh.“Oh lover, that is.