Mom had no problems in getting through to Dad at work but the rain on the shelter was so loud she couldn't really make herself understood. Finally, in... frustration, she shouted "Text!" down the phone and hung up. I watched as she sent the following text message:"storm here. in shelter. have fire, food, dry clothes, blankets. staying nite. dont worry. home morn. u go work & school. fone morn. Acknowledge. luv u" The phone beeped as she despatched this and it seemed like no time at all before it. ”“Oh,” I replied, “Oh!.”“Then shall you do it?” she asked, “Be our stallion at stud.”“Doesn’t Amy have a say in this?” I asked.“Good lord no, it was hard enough getting her to marry Alan,” Agatha said, “Her mother said marry Alan and see Longhirst on the sly but she is too prim and proper for that so this time if she demurs we shall tie her down.”“You expect me to fornicate lovelessly with your daughter in law,” I protested, “What sort of man do you think I am?”“Just a man,” she said, “‘Tis. I stood looking as the water gushed out of me and more woodlice with it.Relaxing, i now knew i could get them out of me, well hopefully all of them as i had not considered this when i put them in.Finishing my shower, i picked up my wet knickers and the woodlice on them and went back to my room. Carefully picking them off i put them back in the smartie tube,knowing they will be in their new home soon.Weekend over, it was back to school. I found it difficult to concentrate, my mind was still on. At first he’d been so scared, but they’d made him. These days he knew there was little point in arguing. He loved to stroke her long legs down to her toes. He wished she would wake but knew that the woman he had spoke to earlier was different from the compliant whore that he regularly serviced.Ma and Pa stood back in appreciation. The son's cock was hardening, slowly unfurling. As a boy they whacked his rod with a wooden paddle every time he was naughty. And he was naughty very often. Maybe it.