I started blackmailing her about leaking all the evidence. I know that’s wrong but at that time, my decision making was flawed. She pleaded me not t...o do all this and started with ‘I’m your mother’ bullshit.I straight up told her to get naked. And also that, I’m gonna fuck her ass. She refused and wanted to call Dad but had forgotten her phone in the other room. I was standing in front of the door, blocking her way. She pleaded me not to take the steps and promised it won’t happen again. She. I just started crying and couldn tstop. I came up here and I guess I fell asleep."Helen gave him a kiss, reassuring him that everything was okay. Shetried to find out what was the matter, but all he did was shake his headand start to weep again.Helen helped her wife get undressed. He looked so helpless and seemed sofrail. Weakened from crying, he could barely climb out of his clotheswithout help. As Helen helped him remove the padded bra and slide out ofthe panty girdle, she smiled.Frankie was. Once inside, we sit on the couch and chat a little more. It doesn't take long when I see in your eyes there is more on your mind than chatting. I pour us another glass of wine and we toast the evening and what it might have in store now. As we move closer, I lean in and begin to kiss your lushes lips with long, soft, slow kisses on your warm moist lips as my tongue works all around and you begin to respond. I start removing your clothes one item at a time while kissing your neck and work my way. “It's just you mate, blokes look younger these days. Just look at coppers, just kids ain't they?”Harry had run the place for forty years and when he died it never seemed the same. Tank God for that, it was a bloody depressing hole of a boozer and the day it reopened all the crumpet from miles around came every Friday and Saturday night. And there WE were, Gary and Dean; the Lone Ranger and Clint Eastwood or whoever we decided to be on the night. Bloody hell we screwed some birds we'd met at.