Today I feel something different. My normal spot near the front door and by the window is taken. I cannot watch the people entering and leaving. I loo... around the room and spot her. What the fuck is it about her that is so intriguing?I get my pecan roll, put some fake sugar in my coffee and look for a new spot. There are several groups of old men. There are a number of women chatting; groups of six or more. When they come in, they have their nose in the air. When the spot somebody they know,. My Mums shape came into view as she was now standing over me, I couldnt help but look up her skirrt to see that she had removed her panties and she had two fingers inside her pussy (she had drunk more than two drinks also).She then kneeled down at the side of me and sister, and at the same time she started to finger mine and sisters arsehole, that felt so weird, but sister kept on sucking so I kept on licking."Do you want to fuck him babe" Mum asked my sister "Yes Mum I really do" replied my. I slipped into an all in one electric blue trouser suit that went from a collared neckline all the way to a slight flare around my feet, matching FM heels, a light coat, and a purse type handbag. A quick check to be sure I had the all important remote, as well as cash and essential make-up, and off I went to the tube station.I settled quietly into a corner booth behind the door of the pub, having ordered a glass of Magniers, my favourite cider. Looking at my watch, and seeing she would be about. Then it struck her that he knew where she lived. ‘What if he came calling and Evan was home!’ The phone started to ring and Jill slowly made her way into the bedroom and picked up the receiver. ‘He must have gotten her number from her without her knowing it,’ she decided as her mouth formed the word, “Hello.” “Hi, yourself!” the familiar voice called out. “Oh, hi Evan, you’re calling late this evening.” “Like hell I am. I’ve been calling since seven-thirty. Where the hell have you been?” Jill.