" I said. "Sounds very nice." she said.The next day around 9am there was a knock at front door of the trailer. I opened the door. There standing on th...e steps to my trailer was a very striking women. She was in her late thirties. She had platinum blonde hair tied in a bun. She had gold wire rim glasses on the end of her cute nose. She was about 5ft 5 with little white 3 inch pump heels that accent her nice long legs. She had on a white business suit with a long white skirt passed her knees. She. And what was it a young guy wanted after all? A combination mother and lover. She'd give it her best shot.First priority was the minor matter of acquiring expertise in the art and science of lovemaking. Tilda began by reading the classics on the subject: the "Kama Sutra," Richard Burton's translation of the "Perfumed Garden," and Alex Comfort's "The Joy of Sex." These dealt mostly with different positions and variations of intercourse. There was a marked scarcity of detail in the turgid prose,. “I noticed that. We both overflowed all over your bed.” Somehow this struck both of us as just being hilarious, since we were bubbling with happiness anyway. We laughed uproariously together. Our laughter shook her pussy and my cock, which began to get harder again. “Ah well, that’s OK. We can clean it up and maybe plan for it next time–and the next time–and the next.”We lay and talked for a while, trying to express our love, and wondering about how it had developed in this way. “I knew when we. Of course, we had to wait until your father took a turn for the poorer. When he did, we arranged to have you brought to us so that you could help your sister out of her trance.’ ‘But… I didn’t do anything…’ Eldrian mumbled. ‘Maybe you didn’t realize.’ Again Sire Mastro turned to Anahid. ‘Child, you started to improve around the time your brother arrived. I don’t understand it either. In truth, I had planned something less simple. It seems Dawn was kind to me. And you, Eldrian, I’d hazard you’ve.