“You’re not still drunk, are you, love?” she giggled and walked through the bedroom, picking up stuff from the floor. Then she jumped onto the b...d and sat right next to Brian. She seemed energetic and filled with joy. “You have to tell me…” Brian said “What?”“Everything. I just want to know how you orchestrate such a perfect thing.”“Be more concrete, darling” she laughed. “Okay…where did you go?”“This bar we checked out the other day, the one with the lion head hanging over the counter.” “How. Once we were travelling Mum grabbed my wrist and lifted my arm over her head and arranged it across her shoulders and guided my hand down to cup her bare tit. I felt the softness and weight of her breast in its relaxed state and I was quite content just to hold it and softly brush my thumb back and forth on her nipple. Mum lowered both her hands to cup her pussy and then just leaned against me, not moving, with a satisfied smile and her eyes almost closed. She was nearly asleep.Eventually Mum. My eyes still screwed shut, like a child pretending if he can’t himself see it he can’t be seen by the frightening nightmare, I heard the words start up again. Chris’s oily and persuasive tone, forcing me to open my eyes and sucking me in despite my earnest desire to block it out and not listen to a single syllable more from this scheming bastard.“Jill, what you’ve had is wonderful and no one and nothing will ever take that away from you. But what you and I can have now is the kind of amazing. Then I felt her neck with the excuse of touching her tattoo under the left ear. The little red heart was hidden by her earlobe and it wasn’t visible from the front. I told her that it was pretty. She said she wanted to go to the beach and get another tattoo on her arm. I told her it was not safe on the beach, she can get one in the studio on the main road.My daughter-in-law wore my son’s shirt again and we both walked to the tattoo place. There she removed her shirt and lay on the tattoo chair.