’ Johnny had good reason to be here when and where he was. He was escaping an intolerable life that was to be his if he should stay, Johnny wasn’t... a boy at all. ‘He’ was Silky St. Johns, a young woman who had been promised in marriage to the Barron of High Moor, an enormously obese and slimy eyed man who had licked his lips and developed an odd tightness of his pantaloons when he met his prospective bride. To be trapped with that man, unable to leave, raped every night –for it would always be. ”I drove home, parked, fumbled with the door lock, went in, turned off the alarm, and then we fast-walked up to my mom’s bedroom. Mom pulled back the covers, kicked off her shoes, and started to undress. I already had my shirt and sneakers off and was trying to watch her as I took my pants off. Her blouse came off, and she tossed it aside. I watched as she leaned over and pushed her slacks down as her breasts tried to escape her blue demi bra.I had my pants off and walked over to her, “Let. Her saree was transparent.. She did not wear a bra and her breasts were seen my dick was you know. Highly excited… it was erected as I saw her.. She put the k** on the floor and went to work.. My dirty mind was thinking of some ideas.. Then I started playing with the k**.. And while I was playing.. The k** started crying.. Then I took the k** to her and said the k** is hungry I guess.. Then she took the k** and started feeding her in front of the TV.. She was sitting down and I was sitting on. Her face got beet red and my face flushed. I ended up fainting right then and there. When I awoke, I found myself lying on my bed with Fiamma sitting next to me, holding my hand. I was a little startled at first as to what had happened, and she began to fill me in on all the details. I asked where my wife was and she said she had run into town to grab some medicine for me along with some other things and had asked that I was looked upon until she returned. I told her how embarrassed I was.