Ashleigh was sitting on the couch in her room. she looked aggravated. I inquired. She explained that being late made my hour long session shorter, as ...it would not carry over into her schedule."What do you want to do?" she asked.I looked around, not knowing what to say, then spotted a full length mirror. No sooner were the words "Is that a full length mirror?" out of my mouth than she was up walking towards it wearing a knee length white robe and heels."Strip." she shot back at me over her. "Well, I guess a young man like you..." Donna trailed off. She stared at his cock, now becoming limp, strings of sticky ejaculate like webs across the swollen purple head."Mom..." Randy again tried to begin."Well, let's get you dressed and fed, shall we?"Donna went upstairs ahead of him, laying out his clothes on the bed. Her hands shook, and her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Randy finally arrived upstairs, and she dressed him quickly, filling the silence with one-sided small talk.Randy. He had tied off all the loose ends he could for the moment, and now the night was over. He had indulged more than he had ever thought he was capable of - gone down a darker path than he would have thought possible - but this mindset couldn’t continue. He hadn’t set out to do this - once he was sober he didn’t think he could have it in him to do something like this again. Joshua fervently held onto that thought - that he could still be a decent man after all that he had done. He had to go back. That was a most interesting explanation. To discover that I am me and not merely a construct of a bloke I never knew and my mum, the slapper, is hugely rewarding. If you finish your cider, I’ll take you home, whip of the shirt you find so offensive and give you a seeing to in my own characteristic and inimitable style. How does that appeal?’ I confess it appealed greatly. Donna and the Dress Donna was wearing a dress. It was a very conservative black number with a pleated front and a bodice.