“JAMIE………SARAH” came a shout from the house.We scrambled to get dressed, I quickly jumped into my jeans, my heart was pounding in my ears, t...he faster I tried to get dressed the more tangled I became.I buttoned my jeans up, chucked my shoes on and sat at the bench where my homework was, my mother was walking over the lawn towards the tree house.Surely she didn’t see us, she couldn’t have I thought to my self over and over.I noticed my thong on the floor and quickly lunged to pick it up, I. The man stood up; there was no doubt that it was Timothy. He wore only his denim pants... He looked down at my mom lying on the bed and started to undo his belt buckle... my mom sat up on the edge of the bed and made him stop. Then she kissed his stomach and continued to undo his buckle herself. she undid his zipper and his pants dropped down revealing a rock hard, hairy 8 inch cock. he took a step back from the bed and my mom slid of the bed on to her knees and started to suck his cock. She. Deb was wearing jeans and a very nice green flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up above her elbows. The only time you could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra was when she moved quickly.“Mick, don’t you like my shirt. Do you want me to change so you can see my nipples?”“No Deb. I just like seeing you.”Deb stopped in her tracks and ran to me for a hug.“Thank you, Mick. You know Paul would never say things like that to me.”“His loss. I’m ready for garlic bread and stinky cheese ravioli.”I was about. "Slowly, the story came out again. I had help here and there, as those who were there during certain events spoke of them, or confirmed themselves. When I got to the point where I met Con for the first time, I called to him in thought."Con is still with me today, more than ever, and I'd like you all to meet him now." I raised my arm beside me and jumped Con through into the space in front of it."Greetings!" Con said to the room.Constantine, my constant companion and co-conspirator for the last.