‘Yes!’ We laughed at her uncomplicated forthrightness. ‘Seriously, at the planning meeting yesterday, Katherine K_______ asked me where I went f...r a workout. I told her The Oxford, and she thought I meant the health club, not the hotel!’ ‘Did you tell her who your trainer is?’ We laughed again. ‘No!’ She paused, as if remembering something wonderful from long ago. ‘Let’s get started on the Netherlands, okay?’ ============= At breakfast late that next morning, Dominique and I talked about all. You can fuck your mom”.I didn’t have to be told again! I removed my t-shirt and took hold of my mom’s nightie and tore it from the front, from the top to bottom. My mom was in no mood to stop me. and she helped me to tear off her nightie.Once mom got nude, she raised her arms to hug me. Her melons were a bit saggy but they were round enough to feast upon. Mom has slight tummy unlike the zero size young bellies of girls. Her pubic hair was neatly shaved as if in anticipation of having sex in the. Which have absolutely no bearing on the gods, even if they do call themself... yeah, yeah, yeah, not acceptable grammar or syntax ... you tell 'em ... maybe they'll listen to you ... scientists, when Ceiling said "Company coming. Ooo, they're pissed."They crashed through the door, mostly unaware that the battering ram used in the assault didn't come with them.Yes ... they had the remnants of black suits ... yes ... they were holding plastic grips and plastic frames that used to be attached to. My legs shook, I was held up by the hand on my sex. Impaled on the fingers buried deep inside me.She snapped her head back, staring into my eyes as I whimpered, my breathing ragged, chest heaving as she slowly removed her hand from my mouth.She smirked at me as her fingers left my sex, leaving it empty. She raised her fingers, letting me see my juices glistening on her fingers. She wiped my juices on the spot on my neck. I knew even without seeing, that she had marked me. She rubbed my juices.