You've twisted my words around. I..." I have NOT twisted your words. You said it was not right that Mark could call up and ask a girl for sex. There's...nothing immoral about that at all. Mark can call up anybody and ask them for a million dollars, if he wants. They are, of course, perfectly entitled to say yes or no, as they wish. That's their choice. There's nothing immoral about it. It'd be a stupid waste of time, but not immoral. Anybody can ASK anybody anything. Just so long as it IS a. After mom came home and things started to settle down we decided to have a dinner party to celebrate my mother’s home coming. The guest list would include my Aunt Jill, Lilly of course, and a new friend of Aunt Jill’s, her name is Susan Cartwright.Our gathering happened on a beautiful early full night when the air was crisp and clean, and a million stars sparkled in the dark midnight sky, that over looked our home. Aunt Jill and her friend Susan were the first to arrive. My mother and her. She had described a full sized bed with a short bookcase headboard, and lots of pillows. I instructed her to put her feet up on the headboard, as though she was in the stirrups at the doctor’s office and to place a pillow or two under her buttocks, and then lay back and relax. When she was in position, I began.“With your right hand, I want you to slowly and gently begin to move your fingertips over your stomach, circling your belly button…so lightly, it almost tickles. Slowly widen the circle,. As I moved out of the kitchen towards the living room I was immediately stopped in my tracks. Mrs. J. was lying back in the couch and gently caressing the side of one of her ample tits. It was almost an absent-minded gesture. I took a step back behind the wall where I had a perfect sightline to see her take a hard drag and execute the kind of snap inhale only someone who was really concentrating on performing a perfect, slow snap could do. It was beyond smoking. It was smoking for pleasure,.