Everywhere Maryam went, the boy had to follow, regardless how banal the errand. Over the years something drastic had changed Maryam. Or was it she who... changed while everything around her remained unchanged? Was it the crime in the streets which kept her in doors, her son within earshot? Or was it the wind and the snow turning the upper Manhattan streets into an icebox which captured not her heart but her brain? When one looks at a child and his mother walking the streets of a lonely city built. He’s slipped his wife a double dose of her sleeping pill and she’s out for the count.”He paused.“And... ?” I motioned to him to explain more.Freddie answered for him.“Joe’s got a German Shep,” he said, “that his wife doesn’t know likes fucking lovely ladies like you. Benny thought it would be nice if you met with him to further your education.”“My education?”“Yea,” said Benny, “The dog, Dean, has a small knot. Perfect for your ass.”“My ass!”Damn. My puss immediately started to twitch. I said. I played with her tits, then I had her turn around so I could wedge my cock up in between her round asscheeks as I ran my palms up and down her soapy body, feeling her tits. I rinsed the soap off before fingering her pussy because its not good to get a lot of soap deep down in there. Hayden sighed and moaned as I diddled her clam. Moving my hips, I ran my rod up and down her asscrack until the head of my cock was prodding her tight little anal rosebud. Sensing no resistance, I applied pressure,. I’d see Daryl grabbing my mother’s tits in the kitchen, slipping a hand between her legs while we were driving somewhere, or lying behind her on the couch with his dick sliding in and out of her pussy as we watched a movie. It didn’t seem to matter to them that I was in the room, although they sometimes made a cursory effort to cover themselves with a blanket when fucking on the sofa. My mother had gone through a lot of boyfriends, but always had trouble keeping them. She seemed to have hit the.