Jamais Vu. She feels shaky, physically ill at ease, and she thinks if she has a bite to eat it may help her. Or if she gets away from him. She doesn't... want to think about him.He walks to the table with her.They have to talk, of course. She comes up with something interesting to say while he spreads baba ganousch on pita, nothing really, but they are able to chit-chat. It may all amount to nothing. She takes fresh vegetables and some kind of dip. It may be easy. She feels nothing special, and is. He knows that they could share love, and be happy, if only for a short while. He sweeps her into his arms, carrying her lightly to the bedroom, ever kissing her sweet lips. As they approach it, their clothing begins to line the floor as they toss it haphazardly aside. Finally, he sits her down on the bed, and looks at her in all of her naked beauty. Her brown hair falls low over pert breasts, the nipples already erect. As his eyes trace down, her pubic hair is a perfect mound of silvery brown.. I pressed my head into her crotch and my hands were softly teasing and caressing her bottom and legs. Slowly my thong and my lips kissed and licked every part of her clit. I could feel the moist pre cum through the nylon. I sucked it while my hand and the tip of my fingers gently touched and embraced her clit, feeling the lovely shape of it. Nanas legs were shaking."Oh, baby, this is so fantastic. This is so right. Mommy loves you so much," she whispered with a heavy breath holding my head. Guys? A few, but she keeps them at a distance. Partly because she doesn't want them hanging round her just because of the smell of money. And partly because...well, she's not finding the kind she wants to be with for any length of time either. Her live-in girlfriend, Pia? She's kind-of-serious, but they have a pact not to be too intense, not to be too jealous. They could go permanent. Or not. How it will develop, they can't say. Pia is older, rather ascetic. A divorcee with a pragmatic attitude.