"Do you ever get to have a massage?" she asked."No, unfortunately I don't, that is one of the downsides of being a therapist," I replied. "Well now yo...u do, get up on the table."I took off my shirt and climbed up on the table. My erection was then at full mast. For an amateur she was doing a good job and I was enjoying what she was doing. Her soft oiled hands were gliding up and down my back, as she tried to do what I had done for her. My erection was ready to explode and I gave a couple of. Few would guess her real age when looking at her slim, hot bod. At 5'8" she is slightly taller than I. Her tits are still firm. 35c and totally her own. Those huge nipples that always seem to be perma erect catching as ever my attention. I have spent hours nursing on them for the pleasure of us both. Her frame taut, lithe one might say, simply defies her 67 years, and her appetite for sex would put most 30 year olds to shame. It always has been, from the very first time right to the present.. I loved her because she reminded me of my mother. Every heterosexual male raised by a loving mother, wants a wife who reminds him of his mother. I wanted someone who could love with all her heart, like Mom can, like Amy. Go smoke a cigar, Dr. Freud. I don’t give a shit about your opinion. Though I am still going to call Amy ‘Peanut.’ ‘Mom’ would be too weird. ‘If Liam gets her into bed, Mom, I would have to really work not to go postal. Do you remember when I caught the teenager next door. When we left on the short camping trip, it was to get some good mountain air and be away from the house for a weekend. Deb’s pregnancy was very normal and she never seemed to be under any unusual stress.The kids grew up straight and strong. They bonded like twins will. When I got home from work every night until they were in first grade, I would hold them or sit them on my lap and read something to them. Sometimes it was the sports page from the paper or the editorials page or a book. They.