Married. They both are wearing rings."He... he's been sneaking looks ever since we came in."Andrea casually glanced over to the couple. Sure enough, e...ven though the wife seemed to be in serious conversation, the husband, would occasionally surreptitiously glance over at Vickie."Here's what I want you to do," smiled Andrea, whispering into Vickie's ear.The teenager's eyes widened as her mouth dropped open."No, I couldn't do that," she whispered."Of course you can. It's a good way to learn how to. I've wanted this for the longest time too, so let's make the most of it." I've been ramming my dick in out and of my own Mother, it felt oh-so-good to be finally able to do this. Losing my virginity to my Mother after fantasizing about it for years and years felt like an early taste of heaven. We were both letting out very loud moans, I wouldn't be surprised if our neighbors could hear us, but we didn't care. Our desires were finally being fulfilled and that's all what we wanted. It felt so. An Achilles’ heel in this new order, if there ever was one. His trusting nature extended to everyone, with no regard for the nature of the person in question. He wasn’t plain stupid though, as evidenced by the fact that he hadn’t yet divulged his real name outright to anyone.Our real names, the ones which we were born with and not the ones we had chosen for ourselves in this system, were downright sacred. I didn’t yet know the repercussions of someone’s real name falling into another person’s. How many others sat there as I did wondering at his determination, or stupidity? Would he have appreciated someone giving him a hand, walking behind, pushing him instead of his doing it himself? Or would he have found annoyance in that? I think that all of us at times appreciate a little push, a little help once in a while. But sometimes, we need to push ourselves, even if we wigwag up the sidewalk, frustratingly so perhaps, against the wind, against the cold, against the anger and frustration.