Her hair was short and mousy brown. She had no curves, what little she had for breasts were flat and saggy, although her nipples and areolas were big....She was on her knees and she had a thicket of bushy dark hair between her legs. What can I say, I don't think many people would find their own mother attractive. I certainly didn't, not in that way.She was trying really hard, though. Her head was bobbing in a quickening pace, but I could see she was getting tired, so I had to just gently touch. I worked on an archaeological dig and could not get out of the country on time,’ she said with a quick glance towards Vasili who seemed to want to throttle her. ‘I am a schoolteacher and I was digging up a Roman villa.’ ‘Archaeologist ehh,’ said the old man. ‘Over the border are rockpaintings over 2000 years old.’ ‘Yes I know. Are they not in the running to get listed as UNESCO Worldheritage Site?’ The old man shook his head sadly. ‘Miss teacher, they were painted before Jesus and Mohammed. Not so much for my loss of Sarah, as a fixture in my life, since she never had been one. It was more a loss of innocence. I know you wonder how I can think of myself as innocent of anything. In the case of Sarah, I was an innocent. Her last visit opened my eyes.I had no idea what her motives were, but I realized at that time how close I had come to ruining her life. If she had gone through with her plan to confess to everything, and because of her confession Marty walked away, she would be all. “I told you that I expect answers from you,” she said with an obvious display of teasing in her voice. “I guess I just didn’t think about it,” I managed to say, watching with increasing excitement and anticipation as she moved slowly closer to my naked body. She was grinning as she asked what I was thinking about when we were at the counter. Although she chose to do so, she really didn’t need to remind me that she was right there beside me - close beside me as I had checked in Sunday evening. A.