And she had a hugh, wonderfully soft ass. Like Violet she always wore old fashioned type dresses, but on her they were always seeming to strain somewh...ere. Unfortunatly years earlier Rheumatoid Arthritis had severally twisted and crippled her feet. She stood and walked slowly and painfully using a walker and special shoes with metal leg braces built in. As a result she usually spent her time sitting at the front of the house in the living room watching TV. Or more often sitting in the back of. I spent a week at home with Mum and Dadand, whilst they both tried probing a bit deeper as to my way of life,fortunately neither seemed to want to push the conversation too far. Itwas only as I was saying good bye, prior to leaving to return to London,that Mum finally plucked up courage and asked; "Would it be alright ifDad and I came and saw you performing one day?" I wasn't sure whether tobe relieved or even more nervous! I managed to stammer out; "Of course,that would be great. I will sort. She was all of five feet and weighed maybe 115. I’m not huge by any means at 5’8” but I towered over her and it was fun to pick her up. She opened her mouth for my tongue, tasting of cigarettes and cheap Chardonnay as I spun her around to put her butt on the kitchen counter. We kissed like that for a few minutes as she wrapped her legs around my waist, the bottom of her dress bunching up between us. She started panting heavily into my mouth and I pulled back from her, running my hands down her. ‘I still love you beyond words…’ Lifting her head, she kissed him long and hard, and then let him take over. When they separated she watched as he put out the cigar. ‘Harley…’ ‘This floor is filthy, but I need you so much honey, I think right now I need you more then I could ever begin to tell you…’ Taking off his jacket, he put it down and laid her back on the hardwood floor. As he moved over her, she felt him open her legs and push her skirt up to her waist. ‘I love it when you wear those.