"I looked up at her and sensed that she didn't expect that answer. She wasn't however leaving."You'd actually tape yourself fucking someone?" I have a...video camera attached to my studio. It runs whenever I'm working, so if I lose an idea I can rewind and usually recover my train of thought. It's running now. If I got up and followed through with my description of fucking you, wait no,... fucking is even too pleasant a term...., banging you, everyone who saw the tape would know, I told you, I. " I laughed "Come on, let's go if we are going."So we went, the disco wasn't far from the house so we walked, the night air was cool and my mother wandered along with her small coat draped over her arm."The cold will make my nipples perk up," she explained with a saucy laugh "it will make them think you've been getting me going."I was quickly learning that my mother had a dirty mind, it was the first time I'd seen this side of her although she had always laughed and joked about the topic of sex. .finally the audible bell as the doors open, still moving in a robotic manner as every other day nothing new nothing special just Monday blues. Positioned towards the back of the elevator and turn and face the doors as usual, push the button to the forty second floor when I hear a faint voice calling "hold the lift", instinctively I put my hand out, stopping the door from closing.The person behind the voice finally appears, she looked pleasing to the eye, I kept my cool and moved back to my. "Having fun?" Michelle smiled, looking into his gray eyes then light brushed his cock."Oh yes, a lot of fun," Michael grinned down at him."Do you think you want to take me home?" Now!" No, after they cut the cake silly," she beamed brightly."It would be my pleasure."Three months later, Michael May married Michelle McIntyre at a small civil ceremony in downtown City Hall. She wore a satin dress down almost to her ankles, matching gloves, hat and small purse. She was absolutly gorgeous and her.