Took my mom to the living room and made her get seated. As I took her to living room she was very much relieved to be back home. I went out to lock th...e main door and come.When I entered the living room again I was stunned. She has taken her clothes off. She said to me that now only she is feeling free. I don’t know what to do now. I went to her room and came out taking her nighty and asked her to wear. She said that she is not in a mood to wear any dress and she feels comfortable to be like. I felt she was fuckin' her way around just to have a place to stay. Everybody does something for a living. After about a half hour, Laurie's $100 car pulled up in the driveway. She pulled her luggage out of the back seat: one garbage bag filled full of clothes. She dragged her bag into the house and announced "I'm here!" We sat around, drank some beer, that's one thing she was good at. We watched TV and got shit-faced. I got a chance to take a good look at her. She had been. I obliged as he said. As I lowered my self into the tub, the feel of hot water touching my body sent a tingling feeling. Jacob pulled one of my leg out off the water and starts massaging my feet. I rolled my head backward with pleasure.Jacob:” hope you are enjoying jody”Me:”yaaaaaa it feels so good . Please keep doing”Jacob smiled and kept massaging. He massaged both feet and head before asking me to move out off the tub. He put a towel around me and starts drying my hair with another towel. I. I painted her portrait a thousand times as I lay looking towards her. I sketched each and every expression of her face that I had seen, her alluring smile, the laugh she’d given me when I had tickled her, and finally the vulnerable surrender when her face grimaced in explosive ecstasy. Each one separate, yet a part of the other. A mosaic of such magnitude that in my own mind at least, I could rival the beauty of Michael Angelo’s masterpiece adorning the high vaulted ceiling of the Cisteen.