Evidently, it was amicable, but the end of the tunnel was three weeks or more away. I told her all about me surviving the crushing from the little red...haired girl, and how my friends helped me pull my head out of my ass. Then Mary asked who I was dating. At that time, I wasn’t dating anyone, but since I had heard of the divorce, I was thinking of tapping Mary’s sweet little ass! I told her I wasn’t dating anyone, and I asked her if I should ask her sister out. I asked more to get a reaction. It was wet. ‘It’s wet, mom. Something wrong?’ She laughed and said, ‘No. This is one indication that the woman is getting ready for a ride.’ She took my dick in her hand, moved it along the head and placed her hand in front of my eyes. She said, ‘See the liquid. This is called pre-cum. This means that you are also getting ready now. Are you feeling alright?’ I said, ‘Mom, I am in heaven. If you do not mind, can I see your private part closely? I have not seen it even in photos.’ She said, ‘Why. But a part of her was also relieved that this night at least she had escaped a beating. Still she had expected him to walk through the door the next day. So again she cleaned and cooked. Looking back, she was certain that her behavior seemed odd to friends and family that began to gather at their home. The people only made it more difficult, of course, to keep the home clean. By the end of that first week, she was exhausted and had begun to wonder if Tim would ever come back to them. That. The steel bands hugged her body like some strange harness that had been made specifically for her. Another moment of clarity struck her. The reason why the limbs were exactly the right length and diameter, why it held her boobs, chest and waist so securely, why the metal cage hugged her head so tightly was because it had been made for her. This was the reason for Martha’s exacting measurements. She was not just getting the right measurements for her dress, she was getting the right.