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I pull into the driveway on my 91 Sporty 1200, having finished a two hundred and fifty-mile ride. I wonder whose car that is as I admire the 89 lincoln town car, black with a white carriage top roof. I am feeling great but had no idea I would be feeling even better. Sitting at the table with Mom is a fine looking woman, probably in her mid-fifties. Just the way she is dressed gives me thoughts quite pleasant.

Two-inch patent black heels with bows: black skirt with a three-inch patent black alligator belt: white blouse with a ruffled v-neck. Her hair is grey with a Bunn and across her well-filled blouse, hanging by a chain of small pearls is a pair of silver half-moon glasses. The way the sunlight from the window sparkles in them sends a good bit of voltage down to my loins giving me a nice feeling.

*quot;Jeff, this is my friend Gerty. She will be staying here for a while as her place is getting remodeled. She has a key and will be coming and going as she needs to and will be cooking if she wants and watching t.v. in the living room.*quot;

*quot;Well hello Gerty,*quot; I say as I extend my hand.

*quot;Hello Jeff, Joyce tells me you are an apprentice electrician and that you take it very seriously.*quot;

*quot;Yes Gerty, I like it very much.*quot;

*quot;So your hobby is riding a motorcycle? how many c.c.'s?*quot;

I am thinking, wow, she has to know something about bikes. 1200 c.c.'s Gert.

*quot;So two six hundred c.c. jugs, must really move.. is the engine a V-2?

*quot;Yes, Gerty. It is a 91 Harley Sporty. I am thinking about Gerty's jugs and wonder when they had some action.

*quot;What else are you into Jeff?*quot;

*quot;Classical music, Chopin Beethoven, Chopin has great etudes and nocturnes, opus ten being well-loved and the Moonlight sonata a hauntingly eerie piece.

*quot;Do you have a piano here?*quot;

*quot;No, I have a good sounding Yamaha keyboard.*quot;

She took her glasses and beaded chain and put them on the table.

Where is the ladies room? Gert asks.

*quot;Down the hall on the left,*quot; Mom says as she brings a load of laundry to the garage

From where I sit I see Gerty's half-glasses are full of smudges, I take a clean hanky and clean her half's, having noticed exactly where they sat I try them, even putting the beads over the back of my neck and I look through to see if I missed a smudge. Clean and sparkling I put them back as she left them.

She comes back and sits where she was. She puts the beaded chain back over her head and seems for a few seconds to look at her glasses, wondering if something about them had changed. *quot;Well that is interesting, I knew I needed to clean these, I just don't remember doing it.*quot;

Mom comes back into the kitchen from the garage as that's where the washer and dryer are.

*quot;Joyce, Jeff is quite deep for his age, did you know that?*quot;

*quot;In what way?*quot;

*quot;He knows something about classical music, I mean for a biker to like classical, that is so different.*quot;

*quot;He's a great son, rather private, likes to read a lot, loves Columbo.*quot;

*quot;I wonder Joyce, does this house have magical powers?*quot;

*quot;No Gert, I do. I walk down the street and street lights come on. Maybe because my son wants to be as they call them in England, 'a Sparky.*quot;

*quot;My glasses needed cleaning, I just don't remember cleaning them and they look better than I have ever cleaned them, there's something about that.*quot;

*quot;Well if you don't remember, you could have a lot on your mind about the remodel, maybe you used a special cloth just for glasses? I have seen them and used them at times, much better than the paper towels we use. I have them here and there around the house, so maybe you used one?*quot;

Mom did supper, franks n' beans as well as brown bread, it was great. I'm bushed, lots of fresh air on that ride I had today. I watched a bit of t.v. with Mom and Gerty then hit the sack.

My mind is so on Gerty, something very nice there and I like it. The way she dresses, talks. I mean I have met people who in a matter of a couple of minutes knew I did not or would not like, So it has to work the other way. . . right?

Maybe it was too much catsup on the beans, but at two in the morning I had to get up and get a drink of gatorade. As I am getting the drink, I can not believe I see Gerty's half-glasses on the counter. I hold them to the low watts stove light and see they are again smudged. Sheeesh Gerty, I think to myself, what are ya doin ta these sweet half's? I clean them very well with my T-shirt and getting quite hard very quickly. I take Gerty's sweet half's and I drag them under my balls. I knew it when I saw her there is something very nice and sweet and I think she is very learned and cultured and maybe just a bit wild or kinky, I can only hope. I make sure her sweet gold half-square glasses are sparkling clean and I liked the beaded chain wrapped around my cock and under my balls as well. I put them back as they were, she will never know I cleaned them. I head back to the land of nod.

I can not get back to sleep. . .why? I had a two hundred and fifty-mile ride. I ought to be bushed. ankara eve gelen escort Getting a drink can't keep me, uh oh I don't believe this. I had the beaded chain to her half's wrapped around my cock and balls. She finds a short and curly in her beads. . .

*quot;Someone is awake! As Frank Barone always says, *quot;Holy crap!*quot;

It is a bright sunny Sunday, I dress and go into the kitchen to make some breakfast, Mom is reading the paper and sipping her coffee.

*quot;Mornin Jeff! How did you sleep?*quot;

*quot;Pretty good, right through, a good ride does that.*quot;

*quot;How many miles did you go?*quot;

*quot;Two hundred 'n fifty,

*quot;Yes, I suppose that'll do it*quot;.

Something gave me the idea she was not fully believing this.

*quot;Something wrong, Mom?*quot;

*quot;No.*quot;

*quot;Sounds like there is*quot;

*quot;Well no, I'm fine. . . .really. . .why do you think I am not.

*quot;You said,'Yes I suppose that'll do it.*quot; like you think I was up last night but I was.

*quot;I thought you slept right through. . . Yeah I am just remembering that I got a drink of Gatorade and went back to sleep.

*quot;Oh well, I mean that explains everything.*quot;

*quot;Like what.*quot;

*quot;So Jeff, what do you think of Gerty?

Mom's whole self changed from a slightly cool way about her to warm and loving so quick it made me wonder if she was like that already. I decided to just go along with this but I know something just happened.

*quot;Frankly I have been thinkin' about her since I met her.*quot;

*quot;She really is a nice woman and a great friend.*quot;

*quot;I think so very much Mom, we talked a little, she comes across as demure and I think she is well educated with a good amount of culture.*quot;

*quot;You met her a while ago. . .right?*quot;

*quot;No Mom, yesterday was the first time.*quot;

*quot;Really?*quot;

*quot;Yes, Mom.*quot; I only said what I thought not knowing how much truth is in it.

*quot;If you could know the stock market like you know people. . .I mean you summed Gerty up very accurately. . .what do you like the best about Gerty?*quot;

*quot;I wish I could say Mom, sort of like a medley of great pieces of classical music, no matter what you pick, your gonna pick a great piece.*quot;

*quot;I think you like Gerty a great deal more than you are letting on, you know that, right?*quot;

*quot;Well, I guess I do now.*quot;

So I am doing up some roast beast hash and eggs in my non-stick cast iron skillet.

*quot;Would you like some hash and eggs, Mom?*quot;

*quot;No, thanks for asking though*quot;.

*quot;Mom?*quot;

*quot;Yes?*quot;

*quot;Why is it Gert's not married?*quot;

Mom is wearing a pair of brown half-round glasses I have not seen in a while, these have a high bridge and some-how make Mom look quite hot. She is looking at me over the tops with a thoughtful look and aks me,

*quot;How do you know she is not married?*quot;

I wonder why it is that Mom is wearing her reading glasses again. Just after I cleaned Gerty's half's twice now. I bet Gerty knows what is going on and talks to Mom. Mom, then out of curiosity starts to wear hers to see if the half-glasses phantom will strike again, cleaning Mom's. If I clean Mom's she will know Gerty did not, so it means I am.

*quot;Probably because I saw no ring on her finger.*quot;

*quot;You were looking for a ring?*quot;

*quot;Yup, and glad I did not, to be quite frank I could love having Gerty as my wife.*quot;

Mom sits there looking at me quite thoughtfully over the tops of her half's with her chin on her thumb and forefinger.

*quot;I think this is very sweet but you don't know much about her in a lot of little ways.*quot;

*quot;Ben Franklin didn't know much about lightning but he was confident enough to want to learn about it...I'd love to be a great friend of hers and if she likes the idea of marriage in a year or two. . .So where is she now?*quot;

*quot;She went to church.*quot;

*quot;That's nice*quot;. I say and I am doing some deep thinking.

Mom picks up on this.

*quot;Actually I was thinking how nice it would be, her and I going to church together*quot;.

*quot;Jeff! You'd go to church with Gerty if you were married?*quot;

*quot;Yeah, I'd be very glad to. . .*quot;

*quot;I didn't think you liked going to church at all, Gert really has a positive effect on you and I like that.*quot;

*quot;Well I mean when one marries, they marry through God anyway. . .right?*quot;

*quot;Jeff, why wait till you get married, maybe Gerty would like it if she had someone to go to church with?*quot;

*quot;Does she go every week?*quot;

*quot;I don't think so, every other week maybe.*quot;

*quot;Like I said, she is a great friend, and I would be very angry if anyone hurt her.*quot;

*quot;Mom, I know what you mean, Some people just have a wonderful way of looking at life and Gerty is one of them.*quot;

My hash and eggs are done and I sit at the table across from Mom and ask her, *quot;Mom, I really like your friend Gerty, a lot. What is the best way to get to see her more often?*quot;

*quot;Well, She likes to walk along the canal at times, on weekends when there is a bit of a nip in the air and when it is warmer. That would be great for you since you like to watch trains gaziosmanpaşa escort go over the railroad bridge. If she mentions going there, I'll lt you know. . . just let it come across as a coincidence.*quot;

*quot;I get it, Mom, if she sees me and says, 'Fancy meeting you here' I'll say I come here a lot to see the trains go over the bridge.*quot;

By this time, Gert is back from church and Mom asks what she is going to do today and she says just going to watch t.v. and read the paper. Mom says she is going out to do a few things.

*quot;Think I'll get a cup of coffee first,*quot; Says Gerty

I holler, *quot;See ya's later.*quot;

What I do is to go to the garage from the kitchen door, come into the living room through f. door very quietly, that is why the bike is running. I clean her half-glasses with the doo-rag and slip back out the front door, get on the Sporty and roar off.

I return a few hours later and come into the kitchen through the garage. Good. Gert's in the kitchen reading the paper. In my mind, Gerty can't associate her glasses being cleaned by me when I left as she heard,*quot;see ya's*quot; saw me go through the door into the garage, heard the bike running, and heard me leave.

Maybe she is trying to tell me something as she looks at me over the tops of her half-rounds, she says,*quot;Hello Jeff*quot; an octave lower it seems than her usual voice. Sometimes or quite often maybe, a person can really pick up on a small detail, something a bit different just by the subtleties, in this case, the slightly lower voice.

*quot;So Jeff, did you have a nice ride?*quot;

All the while she is looking at me over the tops. her glasses are so spotless and sparklin'. I am getting hard.

*quot;Where did you go?*quot;

*quot;Over to the Middleborough railroad yard*quot;.

*quot;Anything going on a Sunday?*quot;

*quot;Naw, every now and then maybe, but more during the week*quot;.

*quot;Jeff, I know the locomotives are not steam, but diesel, how do they work?*quot;

*quot;Well, you are right, a large engine turns a generator that furnishes power to four motors geared to the wheels or drivers as a railroader would call them*quot;.

*quot;You know a lot Jeff. . .I like that.*quot;

That is a very nice compliment Gert gave me. She, it seems has great respect for knowledge.

Mom makes a nice supper of stew beef and gravy over taters with gingered carrots a salad. later we watch 'Scent of a woman by Al Pacino. Although I had two good portions of supper, I was hungry, well for a sweet. Mom and Gert are sleeping when I look in the fridge for some sort of sweet thing.

Was it really to get a sweet thing or were Gert's half's somewhere in the back of my mind? I will never know but there they are on the counter looking smudged but not as bad as at other times. Once again I take those sweet silver half-rounds and rub them under my balls and all over down there and along the side of a quick growing cock. There has to be some sort of sexual connection here, I never had this happen to me before, least on a conscious level.

I take a dish towel and clean them until they sparkle under the 25-watt stove lamp, that was sweet enough, no yummies around here and I go back to sleep.

The alarm rings at six and I am shortly washed and dressed for work. I go into the kitchen to make breakfast and Gerty's sitting there with her coffee and a paperback novel From Daniele Steele. She takes off her glasses but leaves the beaded chain of pearls still around the back of her neck. She has her half's hanging from the temple on her thumb and has them softly swinging. I like the way the light of the kitchen is seen in them, at a part of their swing, like they are smiling at me saying in their own way, *quot;Thanks for keeping Gerty's half's sparkling. Somehow my eyes are glued to her half-moon style glasses softly swinging.

We both know I like looking at her sparkling half's softly swinging but not a word about them is mentioned.

*quot;What will you be doing today?*quot;

*quot;A few service changeovers sixty amps to at least a hundred.*quot;

*quot;What are amps anyway?*quot; She asks me.

*quot;Amount of electricity, like that is why a waffle iron cord is thicker than one for a sixty-watt table lamp, yet the waffle iron cord is not as big as a clothes dryer cord and a stove or range cord is even heavier.*quot;

*quot;Since no one can see electricity, it is hard for me to imagine more or less of it.*quot;

*quot;Just look at amps as gallons of water a minute, a bigger pipe means more gallons, a bigger wire, more amps*quot;.

*quot;Thanks, Jeff, you explained it very well.

All the while I'm explaining and talking, she has her sweet half's dangling from her thumb and softly swinging, like she knows I like to look at her glasses as they sway, catching the light.

I eat a good breakfast then leave for work.

It was a good day, I got the other service done and thinking about what kind of submarine sandwich I'll get for supper, think I will go by the house and clean Gerty's sweet half-glasses. Good no one is home, I go in and look around, and on the counter sit Gerty's gold half-square gölbaşı escort style glasses, with a pearl beaded chain, so nice that Gerty is very feminine. I touch myself all over with her gold half's then clean them and buff them up, oh yes, they look brand new. I beat it out and get my sub and the two ladies are back when I return. I am at the table with a foot-long chicken and bacon sandwich and a bottle of coke.

*quot;You just getting home Jeff?*quot;

*quot;Yeah, I had the idea the beef and taters were gone, so I picked up a sub.*quot;

*quot;So Jeff, You get that service done?*quot; She asks as she looks at me over the tops of those gold half-square glasses I always think of as granny glasses.

*quot;Oh yeah, Gert, one hundred amps, all breakers in a 'Square D' panel.*quot;

*quot;Jeff, which is safer, fuses or circuit breakers?*quot;

*quot;Fuses will always be safer, Gerty.*quot;

*quot;Why is it then, that the circuit breakers are so good?*quot; Gerty asks as she looks at me over the tops of her glasses.

*quot;They are good Gerty, good and convenient. A house with a well planned electrical system can use fuses and never have a problem with them, Some people will have electrical problems because they don't have enough amperage or circuits. I know of an apartment in Worcester, Mass. 3rd floor one hundred amp panel, yet there is only one circuit for the whole apartment on a twenty amp breaker. The whole triple-decker has knob and tube wiring. Corner of Blanchard and Jefferson, yup ten Jefferson street, Worcester, Mass.

We are watching some t.v. game show and Mom says, *quot;I picked up some chocolate eclairs at the bakery.

Gerty says,*quot;Oh thanks, I love those eclairs.*quot;

So we watch t.v. for a bit and I hit the sack, around two in the morning I am thinking of the chocolate eclairs I saw earlier. Gerty has her silver half-moon style on the table, probably full of smudges. I am wearing them as I munch on that eclair and I am thinking, what would she think if her half's were nice and clean but for a dollop of custard on them? Ah huh, what would she do? what could she do? So I cleaned her sweet silver half-moon style glasses so they sparkled and dropped a tiny bit of custard on them. It was a nice clean drop, the lenses of her half's were not smeared with custard, just a nice little spot on each of those sparkling lenses.

Again the alarm rings and I am up and ready to get ready for another day of work, washed and dressed I go into the kitchen. I notice right away her sweet silver half-glasses are not where they were last night and I get some sort of a thrill. What could she be thinking?

Later that day, Mom did up more stew beef and mashed for supper. She also mentioned she picked up half a dozen eclairs.

*quot;Do you like the eclair's custard, Jeff? She asked as she looked right at me with her silver half-rounds hanging across her jugs and the light of the kitchen sparkling in them.

*quot;Oh yeah, love the stuff.*quot;

*quot;I bet you do.*quot; She smiles at me. I decide to change the subject a bit by adding some humor.

*quot;Oh yeah Gert, I've been a cornersewer of eclairs for a long time.*quot;

Both Mom and Gert say *quot;WHAT?*quot; at the same time.

*quot;Oh you know, cornersewer a person who is really into some food or wine*quot;

Gerty says,*quot;Yes I can see Jeff standing by a sewer grate at a street corner wearing a tux and eating an eclair.*quot; They giggle and talk about the day.

It is a Saturday morning, Mom's working. I thought I'd be too, but the homeowner decided to invest in x-rated movies instead of a service upgrade, whatever. Gert is looking quite hot today, a black skirt and white ruffled V neck blouse: patent black alligator belt and patent black 2-inch heels with bows even. I like the way her silver half-moon style glasses reflect the light of the room and giving me a boner the size of Mighty Casey's baseball bat.

*quot;Oh hullo Jeff, I thought you were working today?*quot;

*quot;So did I, turns out the homeowner wants the work done a bit later in the future.*quot;

*quot;Jeff, You'll never guess what I found the other morning.*quot; She says in her regular voice.

*quot;My sweet half-glasses as your Mom says you call them, were sparkling clean the other morning, save that for two drops of eclair custard. Would you have any idea how that happened. . .Jeff?*quot; She asks me as she stands there flicking the pearl beaded chain for those sweet sparkling glasses hanging over a bountiful bosom that gets me so hard.

*quot;Well yes Gerty, I do know how that happened as I put those two little drops there.*quot;

*quot;I was a little disappointed Jeff.*quot; Gerty's voice did not seem angry or mad or anyway seeming to be upset.

*quot;I think we ought to sit down and discuss the matter thoroughly.*quot;

The way Gert changed in less than a second's time gave me the idea she was quite surprised I would want to talk about it. . . Want to sit in the kitchen over coffee or in the living room?*quot; I ask.

*quot;The kitchen will be fine,*quot; she says.

*quot;Now Gerty, first thing I want to say, 'Is that I like you very much, I have since I met you.I would never knowingly do something to hurt your feelings. . . Now you say you were disappointed, I guess I'm having a hard time with the true definition of the word.*quot;

Gerty looks at me like she is seeing a part of me she may not have known existed.

In more of a question like voice, *quot;You don't know what disappointed means?*quot;