.. yes, that would be fine.” He watched her purse her red lips with a certain satisfaction.“Good. Meet me at the station car park ... I’ll be in... the black Nash Ambassador ... I’ll take you to where you’ll, err... ‘shoot’.” Her smile developed into almost a sneer as she completed her sentence, having Clay’s cock pulse hard. He knew that nobody would likely notice him being picked up by her in such a busy and public place, she in a familiar and unassuming car ... she obviously had something. Harold's face when itimidly tried out a particularly coquettish move or action would almostmake me wet my pretty panties. The first few times i was in hispresence, nothing really happened beyond some timid flirting and anincidental furtive touch, it was all very formal and polite despitethere being a undeniable suppressed erotic tension in the air.Meanwhile, much to Madge's approval, the situation had raised myinterest in dressing up as seductively as possible to seek his approval.I pretended. As we give ourselves to him, I quietly yearn for time with her in the amethyst tub.Licking her swollen flower, relieving her soreness, I taste him inside. I clean him from her, taking in his familiar seed, her intoxicating essence. Her breasts are full, her dew is sweet. She is fed the finest yeilds from trellised gardens. Her growing fruit nourished by lapis-lined channels from sacred springs. Her nectar, better than the sun-fattened figs, only comparing to her breastmilk. No one is as fond of. My penis is bigger than what most people have.Mona: And how big?Ayan: Oh, come on. Stop this conversation, Mom. This is embarrassing.Mona: No. Tell me! If you think you have grown so big, to talk such shit, and say this kind of gross stuff to your own mother. Be man enough to tell me your size too.Ayan: What is this, Mom? I had to tell you that because you asked me for the reason. You kept asking me. I am sorry, Mom. I did not mean to disrespect you. Please don’t get angry, now.Mona: Just stop.