I don’t want to. She is home. Seeing her, holding her, is my only proof that I am home—that I am free. ‘Come, let’s get you inside, honey.’ ...My mother takes my hand and doesn’t let it go. I follow her inside on unsteady legs and take a seat on the sofa because I lack the strength to stand at the moment. On my long plane ride home, I thought of all the things I would say to my mother. Somehow all of those words have evaded me. I feel like a stranger, like a cloned version of myself. All of a. She gagged as she felt the cum hit her larynx but still she kept her mouth locked on until I was spent. “Oh m*m, that was so good. I never expected you to suck me.” After swallowing the final spurts, she relaxed her grip and uttered “I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was the least I could do after what you did for me. Now we’re going to get some sleep as your m*m’s tired. You can cuddle up next to me if you want.” We went sleep with my arms around her, both satisfied from the evening. I awoke early. I ask you to get up for a dance. Once I have you on the dance floor I whisper to you that James and I are going to fuck you later. I tell you we are going to get your husband drunk. When the club finishes take him home and put him to bed. I tell you we will follow you to your house. We finish our dance and head back to our table. You now realize why we have been topping your man’s drink up so often. I order us some whisky. When your man goes to the toilet James and I explain again what will. I think we were both a little drunk at the time; anyway I said yes and things just went on from there."We had a good marriage, I think. Although Toby's life revolved around motorbikes and the children, of course! You know he raced professionally for a while, don't you? But I think he was more in love with speed than the racing and he never was one for caring about safety. He lost his sponsors in the end and he never could get a place on any of the works teams." No, I didn't now that Toby raced..