She had thought of her own actions, her times alone with David. But somehow it just wasn't the same to her... how could it be, she asked herself again... and again. Mother is a married woman! Widowed yes, and certainly still too young to exile herself to wearing black and living alone, but... "Oh, I don't know what I mean any longer," she said aloud. "Nothing makes sense to me now... nothing!" They say that's the first sign of cracking up... talking to yourself, I mean." It was Sally. It should have bothered him that I could keep it from him. It should have bothered me that it didn't bother him/her.Me: My assignment was to keep the fucker alive and I did. I was tasked with nothing else. I'm going to fulfill the assignments you give me, but I'm not selling out people I know to do it. Unless of course they need it.That last part was to make him/her nervous as to whether I would sell the Farmers out as well, if they needed it. They should be worried that I was becoming the old. They also told me you like sex with an audience, I am pleased you do, because so do I. They also told me you are proud of your blow job skills. That sounds wonderful.“The girls want to undress me for you,” Julian whispers as we kiss passionately and they help her shake her jacket off. Fabulous pair of very firm tits I note with good nipples. “Thirty-four C Sarah.”At the same time I can feel one of the women sliding the zipper at the back of my dress down as it falls to my ankles and I step out. "Michael shot off immediately onto his wife's face. Susan hurridly put his prick in her mouth and swallowed the rest. "From now on", susan continued as she grinned with cum splattered face at her husband, "you get a blow job from mom and I get my pussy licked by her every friday evening." "I like that", Michael grinned. "Not only that...Dottie's been charging the guys to fuck mom's mouth. from now on she's the pimp and we split the money with her." Michael licked his own cum.