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I’d usually meet her here or wherever we were having dinner.
I’m not sure if she didn’t want me to see her place, or what, but there it is: in seven years, I never did.
” “Would you like to? Your mother gave me a key, just in case, you know, she needed something. Speed dating in charlottetown pei.
” Daniel nodded and didn’t bother to ask what that something might be, sizing up Jennifer with growing curiosity.
“I suppose.
After all, I’m going to have to clean it out sometime now that she’s …” Daniel said softly, the end of his thought unspoken. Canadian adult sex dating.
She put her hand over his on the table.
“C’mon,” she said quietly.
Jennifer slipped her key into the door of a third-story flat on Vallejo Street and they stepped inside.
“Holy shit,” Daniel whispered, looking around his mother’s place for the first time.

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A bay window opened on to Grant Ave.
below, and noise from the Columbus Ave.
traffic drifted in to the room when he lifted the sash.
“I bet you can see Alcatraz from here on a good day,” he said, turning to Jennifer. Amateur wife porn mmf.
“You can,” she said, watching him take it all in.
His mother’s place was not at all like he had imagined it, and this room had a surprisingly masculine feel to it.
One wall was entirely taken up with built-in bookshelves that held hundreds of volumes – growing up, Daniel couldn’t remember ever seeing his mom reading – and a Persian rug covered the oak floors. Anna ass big rose round tit.
A brass floor lamp sat next to a chair upholstered in deep, chocolate leather.
“Would you like a drink?” Jennifer asked, hanging her coat in the front hall closet.



“I believe I would,” Daniel replied, sitting down in the leather chair. Angel rose handjob.
“Christ, I feel I like I should have a martini in this room.
What did Mom keep on hand?” “Pretty much anything you might want,” Jennifer replied, laughing.
“Your mother liked to take care of her guests … let’s see, vodka, gin, bourbon … there’s probably some Guinness in the ‘fridge and I know she has a case of this marvelous little pinot we found when we went to Sonoma a few weeks ago stashed somewhere. Fake taxi hot teen.
“Here it is,” she said, brandishing a bottle.