I thought of how it had been when we were very little. The good times. Then the beginnings of realisation that things could be bad between Mom and Dad.... Then the very bad times. Then the end. I knew the obvious, trite things that people say. 'Growing apart.' 'Wanting different things.' 'Needing time apart.' In the end though, Mom had left. The different thing she'd wanted was James Hughes, who she'd had an affair with, run off with, and eventually married. "I think, really, at the end of it, Mom. As I leaned a little, what was left of the boxes slid out from under my feet and away from me. I went even deeper onto the pole. I panicked and started stretching on my toes to get off the pole. When it did not’t work I lowered back down then stretched again. Over and over. Up and down. Faster and faster. I fucked myself hard on the pole. I screamed when I came. I lowered myself down on the pole exhausted and covered in sweat. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I started to cry. A million. Loni came out of the bathroom wearing a sexy chemise made out of fine black mesh and trimmed with ruffles. Knowing Loni, I'd find a matching thong panty under the chemise. I didn't know how many sets of lingerie she owned, but I'd yet to see the same set twice. Good thing the master bedroom at Refuge had lots of closet and drawer space. It was also a good thing that until Loni moved in with me I'd used only a small fraction of the space.The woman and the outfit produced the desired results. My. Steve was sucking Butch hard, taking long strokes with his mouth and engulfing his cock. Butch's cock looked like it must have been a foot long (it was actually around nine, but at first glance it was a monster). Butch was groaning and writhing against the shower wall, Steve must have been really working him over. I saw Steve reach around and grab Butch's ass cheeks, kneading and massaging them. One hand slid into the crack of his ass and could see him rubbing Butch's rosebud. Butch tensed up.