Rhee tilted my chin up – do all the females to whom I’m close have that move in their argument arsenal? – and brushed my hair aside.“Quit it,�...�� she said.“So,” I asked, “now that we’re in the light of day, what do you think about what we did last night?”“Wicked wonderful!” She hesitated, then came back with, “Will we do it again, sometime?”“Oh, god, yes!”I got a text from Mom, “20th, Y.” Again ... DAMN!24 May 2017Dear Ms. Diary, Apparently, Mom took the past couple of days off, as I got no texts. Over the years, the long days had removed the temptation to go hunting for a replacement for Ed - the search was just too tiring. Besides, as she got older, the rogues' gallery of losers grew and the available quality specimens dwindled to nothing - it just wasn't worth it to expose herself to the agony. Ed had given her a good eye for losers, and she recognized that the majority of ANY bar's population after you reached twenty five or so was just that. Over time, she admitted that the effort. I went to the the master bedroom and opened the door and saw mom stretched out on the bed, naked, legs wide open, a vibrator being shoved up her hairy cunt. She made these strange deep throated little cries. Fortunately she did not see me and I quickly and quietly shut the door. I would not want to embarrass her by having her dauhter catch her masturbating. I just outside in the hallway in a state of shock. Later when daddy and I got a moment alone I asked him if mom ever masturbated. "I. Since assuming the position of manager of the "Velvet Spike", Mikel had already overseen two renovations and three theme changes for the night club. The Russian Mafia, for whom he worked, had given him nearly carte blanche since the club was really a front for their drug and prostitution business and was frequently used to launder money. With the money rolling in hand over fist, the higher ups indulged him in his attempts to keep the club at the forefront of the avant-garde in the city's.