" mum said as though reading my mind.A few minutes later we reached the library, inside I led my mother to the fiction section, looking at the shelves...I wondered what my mother was in the mood for."What do you fancy then mum?" I asked "Murder mystery, romance, thriller or historical?" A nice juicy murder mystery sounds good." she grinned.Looking at the murder mystery books I ran through the titles for my mother, I'd gone through about twenty titles when mum suddenly had me stop."That last one.". She shrieked ecstacy in shock at the incredible feeling, remembering suddenly that he used to play in a band… god bless musical instruments! Thrashing on the floor in pleasure she could feel another wave rising within her as his oral assault continued, and she put both hands on his head as tears came to her eyes with the intensity of the orgasm. Gasping, she finally pushed him away from her spasming pussy. ‘STOP!’ she ordered, her chest heaving as she sucked in air… smiling happily she sighed. .. but that he had saved a copy of the "Globe" which had come from Gibraltar. He had no American tobacco but there was French. We passed some pleasantries about a ship that had passed recently into the Mediterranean and the various movements of the Germans in Algiers. I bought some small chocolates thinking they would compliment the oranges I had purchased earlier. The lobby was empty when I came in from the afternoon street. The shadows of the west were getting longer and my own stretched tall. .. on both your parts. I knew that I would one day rue having intelligent family members. However, do our manners have to follow our clothes in this household policy change?”My mother’s laughing, which had nearly stopped, took off to new heights. Perhaps two minutes later, she finally got enough control to speak. “No, Dear, our manners have not disappeared. The new policy simply allows revealing more... [the pause was more than six months pregnant] of our intelligence and wit. I am sorry if you.