Aggy, we need a 'gofor'!"McCock found Slow in a pile of mashed and melted mache in the lounge. She was pounding a crumpled mess into a smaller mess wi...h a glue gun. As she heard McCock enter the lounge, she had turned to him offering him a twisted offering of some material which was burnt around the edges.She snarled,"That's two days work. It blister'ering melted; its crap. I want to play with this stuff, not have to run all over dirtside trying to find the stuff that coherently glues.. Awake in my baby bed, trapped by the bars, I wanted to go back to my life before the Cages. It was like after masturbating in my sister's panties; I was ashamed and wanted nothing to do with my offending fetish.I could hear Mrs. Cage talking downstairs, her voice light and somewhat reassuring. I'd tell her that I have had enough of this game and wished to go home.While I waited, I tried to calm myself and stop the tears running down my cheeks. What kind of man was I: My romper bulging from. I know this because as boys growing up, we always talked about the hot moms and who's mom might be the best fuck. My mom never made the list. She is petite, maybe weighs one hundred pounds wet, small boobs, nice ass though but you would never know it because of the way she dressed. Mom's face looked older than she really was and the way her hair was cut and the clothes she wore made her look much older than she was. Mom and I got along really well, more like brother sister than mom and son. Dad. It built pretty quickly considering his reluctance to get close but she was a persistent lady. And the accent forced him to stay close simply to hear her voice with that soft Gaelic lilt to it. Elspeth had migrated to this village in the mountains of upstate New York after unspoken troubles she declined to elaborate about. But she'd spent time in Glencoe in Scotland. She loved the highland atmosphere along with the snows of wintertime.This area didn't have the greatest skiing in the world but.