He didn’t seem capable of speaking in a normal voice.“He was a European or American, and he admitted to being Thorne Saint Cirq,” I told him.“...hy didn’t you bring him here? That could have been a disguise,” he prompted in a somewhat quieter voice.“He was an old monk in poor health and would not have been able to do anything for you,” I reminded him.“You fool, that woman that we have hasn’t aged a month in the last thirty-three years. You were both duped, idiot,” he screamed at me.“So you are. She seemed to be getting over her self-consciousness at this point, spreading her legs and inviting me in. There, inches from my face was a triangle of tight red curls, pointing toward her lust swollen, wet, pussy lips. The combined scent of our frenzied lovemaking, mixed with a dab of Chanel greeted my nostrils. I breathed in deeply as my face pressed against the soft flesh of her cunt. I moaned as my tongue tasted her for the first time. I spent uncounted minutes relishing our mixed flavors. Tony moved his hands farther down. He rubbed her full, firm ass cheeks lewdly through the towel."Yeah, I can keep a secret from my mother." Get off me, Tony."Tony moved to one side. Janet pulled the towel off and flung it to the floor, exposing her naked ass. Then she rolled onto her back. Tony gasped at the sight of her enormous cherry-capped tits and the thick triangle of her pussy bush."Jesus, Mrs. Douglas! You're really stacked!" I know I am, Tony. And it's not my back that's bothering me. It wasn't just how she said but her eyes.Monica's eyes seemed to reach right into me I felt my heart skip a beat. I don't know how to describe it exactly.As Americans freedom is something a lot of us cherish, so the idea of giving it up is strange to a lot of us. That's how I felt but Monica was offering herself to me without holding back.It's just one of those things you have to experience for yourself to fully understand.We called for the check and she followed me home in her car. Until I had.