His mother immediately dropped to her knees and engulfed his half hard prick in her mouth. Jean lay spent on the table, her legs hanging lewdly. "I gu...ess I can't call you squirt anymore," she said. "Gusher would be a better name. Your cum is dripping out of me like a waterfall. I'm sure glad I'm on that pill. His mother raised her head from his prick which was coming back to life. "We may be calling him father, because I went off the pill three months ago. I didn't know I'd be fucking. We leave. Now!”The limousine carrying Ivan, Illia, and the driver arrived at the hangar where his private jet was parked. The hangar was brightly lit with the jet parked in the middle of the building. Ivan and Illia got out of the car and looked around for the pilot who was supposed to be prepping the plane for flight, but the man was nowhere to be seen.Looking around for the pilot, Ivan swore, “Where is that fucking pilot? We’ve got to get out of here before the police catch up to us.”Staring. We have nothing to say. I look up to the fall sky. The breeze is slowly undressing the moon, modest behind some flimsy clouds. Mark sits the glasses on the step of the deck. The silence begins to feel heavy when the breeze returns to earth and his hands move to my neck. They slide down my shoulders and begin to undo the buttons on my blouse. He pushes the fabric away and then looks up. I have on a red lace bra with the look of a corset. My breasts threaten to spill over the top. I was thinking. "I'm still thinking." And we went back to the small talk.It was after we'd finished our meal and were sitting back over espresso and sambuccas that she was finally ready to talk to me."OK, Nick, let me lay it out for you," she said. "But first I want to explain why I've been so reluctant. Look, you know about Madeleine, right?"I was puzzled; what did that mean? I guess it showed in my face."I mean Madeleine and her boy-toys," she said. When I still didn't understand she went on obliquely. "What.