”I interrupted him before he could say something really stupid. “Liking you has nothing to do with it,” I said, repulsed at the thought. “You�...�re part of my crew and your wellbeing tops my priorities. I’ll do all I can to make sure each and every one of you assholes arrive safely back in town whether I like any of you or not.”“But still...” Paul countered, clearly not getting it.“I don’t know what kind of world you come from Pastor,” I interrupted him again. “But out here we all are all we got.”. Quietly entering the bedroom, his sight confirms his suspicions. His better half lays nude on the bed, having kicked off the thin sheet at some point during the morning. She lays on her back, arms wide as if tied to the bedposts, legs spread somewhat, but not as widely as her arms. For a moment, he simply leans in the doorway, listening to the sound of the raindrops as his eyes drink in the beauty before him. He smiles, fondly remembering their long, intense lovemaking the night before, the. But she was my mother. She wouldn't possibly think I would have sex with her. That's when she said it."Would you like to rub my pussy, Ryan?" I was excited. I slowly reached down and touched her pussy. I started rubbing it though her pants. She moaned with pleasure. She unzipped her pants as I pulled them off along with her panties and started fingering her pussy. "ooohhhh Ryan! That feels great!" I took her shirt and bra off and sucked her titties. They were nice and plump. Red and round. I. I really liked swimming. I was good at it and it helped me keep in shape.My name's Ewen McLintock. Ewen Alistair Gregory McLintock. I'd chosen Gregory as my everyday name, but when I was growing up, Ewen was what I was called at home and that was fine by me.Needless to say, some called me Jock. Still do. And I can't say I mind.From all of which you wouldn't be surprised to know that I have Scottish antecedents. Incidentally, if you're one of those picky people who insist it should be spelled.