" Instead I made up some crap, because it was pretty obvious that they wanted crap; it was English after all. I had no choice but to make up crap, bec...ause it seems to me that the only things that have "social relevance" in mainstream America are money, sex and religion. Politics is a subset of money, and I have suspicions about religion not being as distinct from the other two as it should be. None of which have anything to do with truth, let alone "Truth", whatever the hell the capitalization. ” “Mum, please, not with….” But before he could continue mum flicked the cane across his thigh and added, “Nine strokes. Take them off, like your mother asked you.” With an embarrassed look in my direction he slid the pants down but they caught on his erect cock and he had to pull the waistband out to complete the removal. When he stood up his cock bounced before pointing rigidly upwards. Mum eagerly turned him around and with one hand on his stomach and the other on his broad back she bent. She was about to land on her ass half way through a flip.But in the last drawn-out hundredths of a second, she saw the man's flesh tower appear between her legs. She fell toward it, her aim perfect.The fat tip now seemed about the size of her own head but as her flapping pussy lips hit it, she stretched to accommodate its mass. In five one-hundredths of a second, her body gobbled up the enormous head.Time blinked back into normal speed and all she knew next was the monumental impact of her ass. She was laughing when I sat down next to her and put her feet onto my lap, her knees wide enough apart as she crossed her legs so I was graphically reminded that she had been pantyless since leaving the house. She changed her position a couple of times, dropping her chin to one side and smiling seductively, repeatedly flashing me her pretty pussy in the process each time. I leaned for another kiss and put my hand high on her thigh inside her tight skirt. Glancing over her shoulder at the bar.