“Ah fuck him,” she said firmly, “if he can go out on the town, so can I.” She waved the waiter over and ordered another round. Our drinks came...after a few minutes just as the pianist started another song.“Oh please Iain, dance with me, I love this one!” she said dragging me out of my chair again. The song was a soft version of the Beatles “In My Life”, a song that I remember had been played at Amy and Pete’s wedding. This time there was no thought of respectable distance between us as Amy. Then he said – so what do you think ? is it too big or what ?I stammer red and said I am not sure I could not make out much from where I was looking. I was getting this weird feeling in my stomach that this conversation was not right. He said, I could show it to you ?There have been more than a few occasions where I have taken a split decision to sleep with a guy and not see him ever again but I did not know what to say here except I found myself walking behind him to the washroom. I stood at. .fucking every woman he laid eyes on!" You're wrong, mom," I told her, "I'm getting paid to give women with money something they don't have." That explains what you did to me the other night." I gave you a massage," I told her, "I didn't hear you tell me to stop."Mom looked like she was about to say something and then changed her mind and went silent.I poured her wine glass full and gave it to her, "Here, drink this, and maybe your mood will get better."Mom took the glass and swirled it,. It was an average kind of thing, lots of drink and load music. I spent most of the night chatting with people i knew and even the odd dance. A few hours in i decided to do a tour of the house, as i climbed the stairs i could hear the sound of cheers coming from one of the rooms, once on the landing i could see a few guys milling around by a door. I wandered over to see what the commotion was. i looked over a guys shoulder to have a better look and saw a woman, a big woman (BBW), on her knees.