Since then -even though I've longed too - I haven't had the privelage of riding another. She was the only woman that I rode consistently for 21 years....In our early days, I cocked her regularly first thing in the morning last thing at night - and maybe once or twice during the day if I sensed that she was up for it when I 'ran my hand on her' up under her skirt and down the front of her knickers to feel and finger her hairy little quim to check that she was in moist and in heat. Back then i could. "Right," said Deborah as things began to cool down. "Go and get your things in, darlings, and then we'll have a drink."Annette and Harry went to the car and started to bring their luggage in. Annette had most so they dealt with that first and carried up to her room. She stopped in the doorway and gasped, dropping what she was carrying. Gone was her single bed. Instead there was a queen-size double."Harry, darling, do you see what they have done?"He nodded dumbly overcome by emotion. Annette. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to. I came back to my home and open the door with spare key . I dint find mom anywhere, I thought she must be sleeping so I put my bag on sofa and went to moms room. The door was slightly open without thinking much I pushed the door. I was shocked by scene in the room, one old fellow was hugging mom and when I opened the door they were smooching. I got so embarrassed. I felt like my legs got frozen and couldn’t move a bit. I lost all my sense for few seconds to came back to my sense. They both saw.