" Oh... Where does it go?" Into a plastic bag, and then into the trash... It only takes a few seconds..." Oh... Oh wow... Hey! Eric! Couldn't you wash... the dishes that way too?" Oh yeah, I suppose..." So why are we still doing them by hand?" Well, I do force them clean when I'm alone... I clean the air in the house too." You do?" Melanie looked at me thoughtfully. "How far down do you lock?" Well, except for the plants, I go down to the molecules. I just cleaned before lunch. This condo is far. ’ Hearing this I began to pound deep into her hitting her cervix with every thrust and my best friend’s mother bucked with pleasure. ‘Keep telling me, how much you want me,’ I grunted back. ‘I only want your thick cock in me from now on. Only yours, Ryan.’ Carmen screamed. ‘Glad to hear, Mrs. G. Let it all out. Tell me your deepest secrets…’ I said as I pounded my mature lover again, and then again. Now she started a stream of constant pleading and promising. ‘I’m your dirty little. The feeling of a cock, hard and hot and gorged with blood, is different and more intimate, for sure. Still one of the sexiest nights I can remember. (You k**s who don't think this was very radical, remember that this was way, way back then, long before the vibrator became standard equipment in every girl's and boy's nightstand.)That one night wasn't the end of it, of course. "Dancing with the bottle" -- really, me fucking myself with it -- became a special part of our lovemaking. Once a week,. It wasn’t love, not yet, but there was a calmness she felt when with him, that had begun almost immediately. A completeness, a sense of belonging that was overwhelming in its intensity. She liked the way he talked and walked, the quiet courtesy he showed, the gentlemanly way he conducted himself. There was a sense of strength in him that attracted her immensely. She did know that the woman in her – more precisely the physical, female part of her – had raised a thumb. More like raised her.