The loss of Sasha. The loss of my child. The loss of my path. These losses brought me pain the likes of which I had never known existed, let alone fel...t. All that pain provided me with a new respect for fear. As with everyone, I had felt fear in the past. But this new fear, brought on by actual loss, actual pain… this was fear on steroids. I let it consume me for a time. I almost let it take me. My fear of death palled in comparison to the looming shadow of my fear of living. Aoife saved me. It took some time, but finally the day came when I called her and told her to be waiting for me at the truck stop when I pulled in. As always, she was obedient; I saw her standing by her car as I waited to make the turn into the stop, and as I parked my truck across from her car and motioned her to approach, I knew this one would be a good slave. She knew enough to keep her eyes down until I gave her permission to look at me, and she had obviously dressed to please me. I’d thought about the. .but i can hear the sounds clearly.so, went to another room and started watching porn movies and stared masturbating again.but, i no longer can hold this anxiety .so , i walked towards their room again by then, i saw the room's door opened.i peeped into the room.i saw vananya lying on bed with a black bra which is too small to cover her big boobs.i cant see rahul there and thought that he must have gone to bathroom which is in the main hall.so, i came out of the room calmly without making any. "Are you wet Polly?" she whispered seductively as our entwined fingers caressed the damp nylon of her panties.Mum clung to us and pushed our faces together, Jill's tongue snaked between my teeth."Fuck her for me Tommy, fuck her darling."My cock jerked as mum released it from the confines of my shorts and she moaned in the back of her throat. "This is for you darlings, both of you."The hot golden urine gushed out through her panties, saturating our fingers as we eased them under the thin nylon.