“If you weren’t in uniform we’d think you a German national. You got hair man!”Friends of mine took me into town in Nuremberg to see about get...ing a new pair of glasses. It wasn’t my idea but they said I needed to get updated, that my old heavy black rimmed glasses were “dumb”. So we walked into a street side shop optician and inquired. My friends looked through the frames available and picked out these rectangular gold wire frame jobs looking far more 1968 than what I was wearing. I was told. The two of them walked into town, Anne wheeling her bike. They entered the bike shop and Stan explained that he wanted a bike to ride on the local roads and such, not expensive, off-road NOT a requirement!Anne told him he was a sissy, but Stan wasn't having it, "It's almost 30 years since I've ridden a bike at all, and you want me to go off-road? You could at least wait until you're going to collect the insurance money!" Anne laughed gaily and told the salesman to include a helmet, knee and. Yes, my ailing mother, Victoria Lynne Brock, aka Mom, aka “Vicky,” was about to take her views and enter her third and final marriage. She was terminally ill with lung cancer, but that was not about to stop her from taking her vows one last time. She adored Rabbi Michael Schulman, her quite unconventional spiritual guide/lover/friend, more than enough to take the plunge with him. She initially resisted and suggested my sister, but that wasn’t what he wanted for marriage at least.Michael was in. She just fell on me and hid her face on my chest.We cuddled together,she again whispered suddenly “sahab mujhe mere ghar bhi jaana hai,jo bhi karna aaram se karna”…this suddenly triggered in me again a rawness which i cannot explain as i bit her lip in excitement and got on top of her….my manhood was suddenly ready to charge. All she could say as she gasped was “oooh ma”..i spread her legs and separated her libia as she caught my manhood,massaging it before it could pound her.i told her “ready”.