It'd be like pulling a Band-Aid off after letting a scab dry into it. (I had thought about that last night, but I figured it'd be better to let her sl...eep and discover the consequences of her own actions.)I let her shower while I packed an overnight bag for her. It didn't consist of much: her makeup bag, which was sitting on the dresser, and the shorts and top sleepwear. I intended to buy her more in Vegas, but just in case we didn't get around to it, she'd have something to wear to bed.She got. 'You should be wanking by seven tonight,' Virginia said with a thin smile.'Something to look forward to. How long as it been?' She knew very well howlong but enjoyed teasing him. 'Eight weeks, Mistress,' Henry said softly. 'Really?' Virginia pretended to be surprised and raised an eyebrow. 'Time does fly,doesn't it?' Henry thought about nothing else all day as he completed his chores, tasksthat he now performed diligently and perfectly. His mind kept returning to one thought! That night, he. There were ads in the back of the men's magazines for 2-minute 8mm loops of smut and you could buy a hand-held viewer to watch them on. Not much money but it did seem like a lot of trouble so I never bothered. But those little ads at the back of the mags also sometimes had little thumbnail images with them and I found them to be more erotic than the full page girls in the meat of the magazine. They were tiny and blurred, but these were obviously people actually fucking, not just girls posing,. Devilish thoughts were running through my mind as I picked my dad towards the bedroom. After making my dad lay in bed with all tension and anxiety look at my mom.Mom was sleeping with her hands and legs spread wide, I felt like she was inviting me to fuck her at that moment. I went close to her saw her beauty which cannot be explained in words. I started to touch her, in the same way, I did fold her boobs, pressed them soft with my hands over her blouse. Looked at her, she was asleep didn’t.