“We make a pretty good return on them.” “Pretty good my bum. You're a billionaire.” Katherine snickered. I just looked at her, chuckled, and shook my head. Katherine, and I spent our time couple there catching up with my mom, and Joe. My mom told me that it was Matt's father that owned the house that we lived in, and she got booted when Raymond got into his legal problems. The house was one of the first properties that got sold to help pay for Raymond's legal bills. My mom stayed with friends in Buxton, who went to church with Joe. They introduced the two, and they had been together for almost 20 years. I guess that everything happened right after I had left. She also apologized to me for the string of bad boyfriends that she had brought around me while I was growing up, and for the way that she had raised me. She was in such deep depression when my father left her, after finding out about me, that she just couldn't function properly. She thought that she needed a man to take care of us, which is why she was always dating, and bringing them home. It wasn't until she had met Joe, and started going to church, that she realized that she was stronger than she ever realized. She was now the office manager for some insurance company, and doing well. That shed a lot of light on my past, and my perspective on it. I felt bad about how I thought about my mom, but she never opened up to me when I was younger. I only had my perception, and all I saw was a revolving door of guys coming around, and spending the night. We continued to talk while she cooked, and left when she was done. She indian walked us out to the car, and gave us a hug. “Will I see you before you leave?” She asked. “We're buying the house out on the point, on Sebago Lake.” I told her. “I'll come by to get you once it's all finalized.” She smiled, and nodded. Then stood in the amateur driveway, waving as we pulled out. I was quiet for the first few miles, thinking about what my mother had said. Katherine took my hand, snapping 19 year old me out of my own head. “Are you alright?” She asked, kissing the back of my hand. “Yeah, just going over teen my mother's explanation in my head, and comparing it to my memories.” I smiled, and kissed the back of her hand in return. “Did it help?” She asked. “It shed some light on things, and started the healing process, but there is still a ways to go.” I told her. We went into Portland, and found a really nice place to eat. I couldn't believe how much the city had changed in the time that I've been away. We walked around after dinner. Just enjoying the night air. I pointed out places, and told her about events that happened in different areas. We went home, and mixed a couple of drinks. Then went out into the back deck. I sat in the chair, and Katherine sat on my lap. We were both looking out over the lake. Tom’s fingers massaged me slowly from the inside, stretching teen my pussy with gradual presses of his fingertips, whispering soft nothings in my ear while his ecstasy turned my pelvis into jelly. He teases her clit amateur with the tip of his cock. I just... can’t imagine... how we.. Dress slacks and another of my Cuban style shirts along with a belt and dress shoes. It was quiet, the weather was great, life was just all good here. Continue to act like you still love Jill. I'll go couple have a talk with him tomorrow morning.” Until next time. She needed to feel that immediately. Deb watched as the indian horse hunched his back quarters and suddenly lunged forward with all his might. Trish shook with the sensations of her 19 year old innards being jostled again. “You’re not exactly average size, you know,” she teased him. When I returned to the motel after lunch, we would find things to entertain us for the rest of the day.