” My mother looked up from the kitchen table where she was sewing replacement buttons on to a couple of my father’s shirts. “I hear you got the ...letter confirming your place on the trip to East Germany.”I was shocked to silence for a moment. “What?”“Manners, Will.” She chided me softly.“Sorry. I beg your pardon.”My mother gave me a nod of acknowledgement. “Mrs Wiśniewski rang earlier. She told me you showed her the letter.”Good grief. That was fast work; Mrs Wiśniewski must be fired up about. She kept on thrusting my dick, smeared with my precum and occasionally her saliva. As i felt my orgasm nearing i reached her duffel to grab some tissues and within moments of ecstasy i spurted my semen on her hands and thighs. She wiped me and herself and what she did after that caught me off-guard! Instead of throwing the dirty tissues she shoved it in her sweat’s pocket which i felt was rather sexy!!! I grabbed her by her ass and pulled her completely on top of me. After exchanging “i love. I didn’t know you two were into girls.”“If it feels right, go with it. Just like the night we met, remember?”“Yeah, I can’t forget.”“Anyway, it wasn’t planned, it just happened. And know what? She’s almost as good a fuck as you are. Just one thing missing.” She laughed and added, “How’s school coming along?”“One more exam, the day after tomorrow. I’ll be home Saturday. Where are you staying?”“With friends for a while. My townhouse is leased out so I’m winging it.”After another pregnant pause,. Eyss, I need an editor, are you volunteering? And, yes, I suck. And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day. If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data. ENJOY! ___ A lovely old world home with plenty of room for entertaining with direct water access to the gulf. That was the real estate description. That was also the way it was described in Grandma’s will. Dad had the choice of the house he grew up in or the one in Chicago that I grew up in. He gave me a choice and like the.