What a coincidence.” She brought the pearls up to her mouth, brushing them gently against her lips, wetting them, marking them with her lipstick.“...e were sitting in a hotel bar once, a couple years ago. Not unlike this bar. She wore pearls, that night. Just like you are wearing now.”“Another coincidence.”“We were sitting at the table talking. And while we were talking she casually unclasped her pearls from around her neck.”He gave a moment. She understood, and unclasped the pearls from around. Jason smiled as he recalled the experience of dining at the original restaurant in Paris with Sarah his deceased wife, while on a business trip in 2001.The maître d´ smiled at him and said, “I assume that this is the party Kargo?” He smiled as if he knew them well and led them to a large table that accommodated them all.“The dinner is a ten-course degustation menu, with wines preselected. All of your culinary preferences are known to us and will be accommodated,” said the maître d´.The wine. She didn't... why should I."He lay there in the dark, stroking his cock. The vision of his mother with that dildo racing in and out of her pussy glowed in his mind like the old comic book Batman light signal beaming out into the night. He couldn't shake that vision. God, his mom was hot. Her pussy lips, even in the dim light were so puffy, so fat, so juicy. And those sweet, pink little inner lips sucking the dildo, hanging onto it as it slid out, and folding under, following it into her juicy. She felt she would not attract me, as much as Susan would. She remembered how to open my pants, from her close view the previous night. Apparently my scent had been too much for her, and she had to find more.I brought my head up, and was able to run my tongue up her dainty slit, to her back hole. Knowing that I was now awake, she stopped, wondering how I would react to her taking advantage of me. The best reassurance I could give, was my hands holding her hips, and pulling her closer to my.