I elected to spend the time before her awakening, enjoying looking at her. I drank in her beauty, and admired the sculpted form of my lover.Amy's face...was a picture that I would keep with me, easily reviewed, every time my eyes would close. The memory would replay what I'd seen, without fault.Amy's features were as perfect as she could have made them, if constructing herself. I did not want to spoil this quiet time of admiring her. I leaned closer to her, to her short hair. I breathed in the. We’d often discussed our fantasies together, especially during the hours of foreplay which we both enjoyed. The words and dreams spoken by each of us as we massaged and caressed each other would take us into another world of fantastical arousal and pleasure as we each explored our minds and told the other what would excite, and what would make us tingle inside as we thought about each detail we were told.Sitting at the bar that evening my conversation with the barman drifted from the usual. I was able to slide it most of the way in before I hit her cervix. After a few gentle strokes, I started picking up the pace a little. “Ohhhh…, ohhh…., ohhhhh….,, that feels soo god son. Don’t stop!” my mom said in between breaths. I was having as much fun as she was. Like Heidi’s, my mom’s pussy was tight at first. But being in the pool somewhat loosened it. But I picked up the pace again as my balls started churning again. “Son…, mommy’s gonna cum…,” my mom said as she was also close to. Do you know where 2nd Ave., is?“In the village, just two blocks over from my apartment building … why?”“I have a friend and he is restoring the building at … um … 610 2nd Ave., I believe. He will have several apartments empty. Would you like to move there?”“I’m already paying seventeen hundred dollars a month. I couldn’t afford much more than that.”“Could you afford one dollar a year?”“What?”“A dollar a year. He is looking for a tax write off. My girlfriend and I are going to re-decorate the.