Mum got cloth from bathroom and cleaned us, then smiled at me and bent down to give my cock a quick kiss before she went away.Thurs 20th July. Kissed ...Mum a lot on sofa and played with her tits. Wanted her to touch my cock, but she said she mustn't. Wanked afterwards. Sun 30th July. Took Mum her tea and asked Mum if I could see her with nothing on. She joked and said I'd already seen most of her, but she pushed down the bedclothes and took her nightie off. I touched her all over inc. between her. After they were in place and running we did the same with the storage room. Once it was clean I started a load of towels in the commercial washer. Bob had built us a large linen closet with plenty of shelves. It was a good thing as a hundred each of the big bath towels, hand towels and washcloths was a much bigger pile than I imagined. Some of each would go in the linen closet in the shower room and some in the massage room.That was another thing I needed to get an answer from Marcy about. I. She had doubts there were any men left. There were no clues indicating there were any men left. She was afraid she had an extremely hopeless task ahead of her.During safer times she would have feared for her career, but with the hopeless way things were now, a career made little difference. She was just going through the motions like most of the other surviving women.There was a general malaise about everything that all survivors were feeling. It seemed that there was no point. If women could. She looked at me quizzically, then stroked a finger along the slit, feeling how wet I was down there. I moaned, trying to push up at the finger."Our girl is really getting desperate, Alison," she said, "Are you having yours now, or shall we stop for a drink first?"They both laughed as my face showed my shock at her suggestion. The vibrating butt plug was still tormenting me, and Alison was teasing my nipples, Champa was still stroking oh so gently along my wetness, and I was ready to kill for.