Ironically, there was another sublime reassurance lurking in me that somehow related to that nameless recent fascination welling from my cells as I ga...zed the girl in the mirror. Not that I ever willfully provoked it, but I felt a strange shadow of myself ogling the mirror in a breathless wistful way apart from my delicate delight and fem fancy, and in some unfathomable affinity I thought of the way boys at playgrounds eyed my giggly nervousness as my skirts flounced panty high while skipping. Yes, it was time for another fuck; perhaps the last one before I would have to go home. I had a think about what I would like off her; another gobble, up the cunt? Oh, naughty boy, you want to bum her? Bum the lovely Miss Holland?You see, bumming wasn't something we thought about in those days; no really! Bumming was for queers; no normal person wanted to shove their dick up someone?s arse did they? What little pornography we could get our hands on, tended to show male on female, ?normal? sex.. For a while i was petrified, i stood there looking at him….His naked body, his chest, his semi erect penis…ooohhh…I cannot write what it was like.I contemplated of leaving the room. I know he watches a lot of porn and he might be doing the same thing last night and had fallen asleep forgetting to pull up his pyjamas that was lying betrayed on the floor.On second thought i conceived of embarrassing him just like he did to me last night. I entered his room, opened the windows and started sweeping. ” “I don’t think so,” Carol tried to impose as she seemed to be losing the battle to stay in control especially when he lifted her small breasts and started sucking on the large nipples. “But I’m feeling horny again,” he smiled when putting his hand between her thighs and pushing a finger into her obviously wet vagina. “And I believe you are to.” Having spoken he stepped away from his mother, my daughter‑in‑law, and wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders before pushing her to the floor..