I struggled to control it."I'm so sorry, Anna ... there's nothing more I can do. But I won't leave you. I will stay right here, I promise."Her waterin...g eyes widened again at my words."You cannot stay! I don't think he is been gone for long. You can catch him. You have to stop him!" I can't leave you, Anna. I won't." But he knows about Elenita." she said, sobbing and struggling for the words. "He said that I tell to him about her – but I did not say anything. I promise you." You didn't have to.. It winked at him. The brown, wrinkled anus of his mother was winking at him as if inviting him to give it a try.Suddenly he knew that he did not just want to fuck it; to stick his cock in it and screw his mother in the butt. No, his increased interested in it told him he needed to know more about it. He needed to feel it with his fingers, he needed to smell it, maybe even taste it. The idea of fusing his lips to his mother's most intimate hole sent a thunderous shiver down his body, as if. Not that the fat old merchant was any young girl’s dream, but in his way, he had been good to her. She was schooled by Catholic sisters, with even basic English. Her own apartments in his house, fine gowns, jewelry, the finest food and wines and best of all he had only bothered her, but once or twice a week. But when he did visit with her, she almost had to leave her own body and try not to think about how his body disgusted her. She was a beautiful girl who was quite shapely and quite stunning. This distance thing was beginning to get to me. Anna would be out of contact on the phone for a few days and I really needed to hear her voice.I turned on Pandora and brought up my favorite station. It was made up largely of men's choruses singing in perfect harmony. There was something about the music that seemed to calm my soul like nothing else could do.An Irish ballad came thought the speakers about a fisherman who had gone out to sea. As he fought the cold rain and the thrashing waves, he.