"I don't know mother it's been well over a hundred years since we did anything and..." I started. "Oh? A little bird told me that you two went to dinn...er the other night, please son don't insult your mother's intelligence," she accused. Damn leave it to her to always see through me, sigh, I guess there was no getting past it. "Mother, I'm not sure ok, I'm just not sure," I stated."Well Johnathon, we'll just have to change that won't we?" I looked at her through slitted eyes yup she was up. In a way I kind of think a younger man is good to have around. Things have been going along all right and when Peter arrived Friday night I was on pins and needles. You see I kept putting off Bart having sex with Shirley and myself. I had spoke with Shirley about him and she would not come over what so ever.Because Bart was pissed about Shirley's refusal to fuck him with me, I kept waiting for Bart to do or say something to Peter. He was good enough to keep his mouth shut, however being the. . .thank you so much. That was so sweet of you. So - - like, you were going to tell me why your dog licks himself like that." she said in a inquizative tone."Ohh. . .ok! I'll tell you why he licks himself, but remember, you did ask me to explain things. Will you promise to tell the truth?" I asked her."Yes." she said, as she nodded her head in excitement."Ok. . . so when you have a bath or are in your bed at night, do you ever touch between your legs? Don't be shy. If you do, then say so.. From that point she took over used both feet masterfully under the table I was in heaven. The meeting ended but things were really just beginning as far as I was concerned. I asked my coworker where she headed afterwards and she responded where ever that thing in my pants was headed. I told her to my van and she looked around then followed me. I took her to a great spot in Detroit Belle Isle by the softball field very secluded. Her shoes were off before she could get seated as she sat cross.