If everyone was telling the truth, then someone was playing a really devious game.I had been to enough magic shows to realize that anything was possib...le. The question wasn't could it have been done. The question was, had it been done. Then the question became why had it been done. The only way to know was to grab somebody who knew and ask them politely. Then ask them not so politely until they answered.I couldn't forget it, but I did move past it. I did my normal things. At least as much as I. ”“Oh?”Lia nodded. “If you weren’t here...”“You’d still be in the kitchen?”Lia nodded happily. “Legs open and boned over the table like a Christmas ham.”I chuckled and looked at Lia for a moment before asking, “You want to go back?”Lia cocked her head to the side. “You’d really let me go back if I said, wouldn’t you?”I nodded. “You don’t need my permission.”“I know. I could go back, you’d know I’d be up on that table and Remy would be boning me, gammy leg and all, and you’d be fine with it,. She took my hand and guided it down her bare back, through the waistband of her elastic shorts and letting it rest on her bare buttock. I am going to jerk off a lot thinking of reaming this tight ass. “Believe me, I’m not,” she repeated, her face completely earnest. I noticed that the perfect nipples topping her perfect breasts were protruding sharply through her glorified sports bra.“Good,” I replied. I saw Eliza lean forward as we walked to catch a glimpse of my trousers. My erect cock. I knew I would see them again the next evening and suggested we go somewhere to escape Mom's overheated house. She agreed. Step one completed. The next evening brought the visitation at the funeral home for my aunt which we all made it through without drama. About a half-hour before it was to end, I found Heather and reminded her that Mom would be going to bed as soon as she got home and suggested we go get a bite to eat and a drink. She agreed and added her husband was working the overnight.