’ He replied. ‘A friend? What typa friend waxes my boys and then stands there tellin’ me how my friend is gonna kill me?’ I started shittin’...bricks by the dozen, thinkin’ Oh fuk, I’m one dead muthafuka. I am dead, and I didn’t even get to do all the things I promised myself and others I’d do. I promised my little girl I’d buy her a good car for her birthday. My wife, I was gonna take her to the Virgin Isles on a second honeymoon, I was gonna make up to my family all that I had screwed up for. "Don't get out" What's up?" Have you brought the hi-viz?" Yeah, also the tent and barrier are in the boot" Good, put one on and grab the stuff in the boot" Where are we going?" I need to check out the sewer pipe, what I need you to do is stay in the tent to make sure no-one starts asking questions"Walking along the darkened streets, Dan gets his first real look at the surroundings. The road was not a main thoroughfare so having a tent in the middle for ten minutes wouldn't cause too many. Derek's eyes caught fire as he gazed at the spectacle before him. His mother's small, firm breasts laid out for all to see. They were pale, even paler than the rest of her skin; a noticeable tan line outlined where her modesty ended. Her areolas were small and bright pink, topped with the long hardened spouts that once sustained his life. Derek nearly drooled at the site. He knew he had been staring for far too long, that he should look away. He begged himself to avert his gaze but he couldn't.. “So how did you get that bite mark on your boob?” “What bite mark? You must have done it…………………..no wait, it’s probably were my watch caught the skin when I was trying on some tops yesterday. I didn’t think anything of it at the time” She lifted her t-shirt and looked down at the mark. “Yeah, that’s what it is”. I didn’t push it, she was lying to me. Was she fucking someone? I wasn’t sure, but I’d leave it and follow up at a later stage. At that moment the door-bell rang and she took.