I could ‘pay him later’ when I could. My eyes were again filled with tears as I thanked him and left. The next morning, I was sorting out the boxe... and cans to plan a slightly better holiday dinner for my daughter and get a rough outline of what the week’s menus was likely to be, when there was a knock at the door (my doorbell, like almost everything in the house, never worked). Outside were a couple of ladies from ‘The Church’ (thankfully dressed, but my little house I was on the ‘clothed. The unsecured AI module began sliding around and Bert was lucky to trap it against one of the secured boxes with an outstretched leg. The position he was in wasn't comfortable but neither would be being hit by that box as it rolled around the hold."Relax everyone," reported the pilot a long five minutes later. "We've outrun the bloody thing."Bert sighed in relief, he hated not being able to influence events when he was in any sort of danger. Being caught inside a craft like this was the stuff. As I said before, I had just turned 16 and was fairly well built; standing at 5'11" with a well defined body and muscle tone from playing sports. I also had ash blonde hair maybe a little lighter than Mom's, from being outdoors a lot. I had the same green eyes as she did. In other words, I was my mother's son in every way - but one. This particular weekend we were home together because a very bad storm had been forecast and I didn't want to leave Mom alone. Dad rang to say that where he was. She stood there, shaky, while both women made lewd comments concerning her pussy, which was topped by a little amount of pubic hair. Complying when she was told to turn around and bend over, blushing to the comments of “what a sexy little arse” and “what a lovely little pussy” and twist herself round in whatever perverted position the two women could think of.Suddenly Saskia stood up and grabbed Monica spinning her around and pulling her back next to her on the sofa. Again she started to.