.. ?”“No, fortunately Louise has the painters in, and I am currently galloping...”“‘Has the painters in’? What are you on about, Humph?”...��My, my, you are a backwards lot in Lincolnshire. ‘Having the painters in’ is a euphemism, meaning a female has her monthly visitor, Jack.”“Oh.” It was a term I was not familiar with, probably used in the salons of London but certainly not in Grantham or Valenciennes.“But I interrupted you, Humph. You say you have identified a senior Organisation member?”He. As he passed the old house, she was nowhere to be seen, the small truck was gone...Damn, he thought to himself...what a fool he had made of himself...what difference did it matter..it wasn't like he knew her or had even met her. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get her out of his mind...That night as he lay on his bed upstairs, letting the soft breeze lull him to sleep, he dreamt of what she was like, what did her voice sound like? Was she educated? Where did she come from? What. Then I ripped open her stockings and tookher naked big toes into my mouth. As I stared into her eyes, I sucked onboth of her big toes at the same time. I sucked and slurped on them with abobbing head, as if I was sucking a cock. "Let's turn around. I want to sit on your thick cock and ride you", mymother stuttered.I climbed off of her, my cock slipping out of her twat with a nasty pop,smeared with white cuntal oils.I laid on my back and saw my mother swaying her body over mine.She aimed my cock. Then I made a huge mistake. One day we had a short and pleasant little lunch in the mall. On the way back I tried to get her attention focused on a rather sexy outfit in one of the windows. It was a short, deeply red velvet dress with spaghetti-type straps that would allow the low cut top to just cover her nipples — at least in my overheated anticipation. I suggested for her to try it on, and I was for the first time introduced to an expression I would see more of in the months to come: deep.