She saw the puzzled look on my face, adding, “I run a restaurant here in town.” She handed me a business card as we strolled down the aisles toget...er making more small talk, her picking up random items and me referring to my list. Her card read, ‘Vanessa Hardy, restauranteur’. She suggested we hit up a coffee shop around the corner. Having nothing better to do, I accepted. We took a booth away from the counter and continued the small talk. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her healthy. " I hear some shifting above me and Mom let out a sigh. She just sank down on his cock I think, beginning to enjoy what I was hearing. Soon, the sounds in the room are flesh slapping into flesh and moans and grunts from Mom. Below her, I hear the sounds of vigorous sex mixed with the creaking of the bed. Mom begins to ride him faster as her moans become louder. She's probably going to cum again. I think, as my fingers continue to work my very wet pussy. As I think this, Mom cries out in. ‘I wish we had more time. I want to be a wife to you.’ ‘Joy. We must talk about joyful things.’ ‘I don’t have anything to talk about.’ ‘Tell me of your future. Tell me of your life there.’ Regan smiled. ‘Alright.’ For the next hour and a half she talked about her life in Portland, teaching, and her family. She had to clarify what things were every now and then, and Cien listened, trying desperately to memorize the sound of her voice. She told him of her dream of coming to Scotland, and how she. .. he died earlier today. Heart attack...”“Oh my God! He’s rather young for that, what is he, early fifties? That’s terrible, how’s Popsy? How are you holding up?”“Fifty-three, and his health had been pretty good,” Fifa said. “Popsy is still in shock, we all are. His brother Tony will be stepping in as interim managing director, but later this week we will be having a corporate meeting, working out how to keep all of the projects running. It’s all a big mess at the moment, we will try to get.