“But, yes, I understand. Okay, mystery one.”“Okay, mystery two, I break my fibula. My right fibula, if I remember. I was u*********s. Sam said t...at in a week or week and a half it was healed. Amy, after six weeks it should still be healing! Then, three through seven are all these scars of deep cuts from falling into branches. They healed the same way. Where am I … eight. Eight, how did Wolf and Preta find me? I was unknown distance from where they were. And, they were in different places. I was. We’d been outside for over an hour, and they had probably awakened at some point. Rita turned and threw her arms around me, kissing me long and hard, and I could still taste her juices from where she had licked them off me.Reaching down to my cock, she rubbed it for a moment, and felt it respond, awakening under her fingertips and palm. “Let’s get to bed. You and me.”“What about Claire and Bill?”“Sounds like they’re already in bed. I think Bill’s fucking her again. Wouldn’t you just love to. Had it all been a dream? But no…the ring was still there and so was he. He had her hosiery and panties intertwined in his fingers. The soft musky scent of her own sex intermingled with the sweet smell of her perfume in the cool autumn air. The sunset had dwindled into hues of violet and deep purples marked with streaks of orange and blood red. She wrapped her slender legs around his waist and held him close, savoring the smell of his hair and the texture of his manhood as it brushed against her. .. in just a second...” A moment passed in silence as he stood where he was, stroking his cock. “Jesus, your ass looks good in that skirt, Mom.” “What?” Madeline started to turn around but caught herself. “For god's sake Gerald, don't talk like that. I'm your mother!” Gerald took a few steps forward, coming up close behind his mother. “Yeah,” he said. “That makes it kind of kinky, doesn't it, Mom?” Suddenly his body was against hers, his chest to her back and his cock pressed into the furrow.