To her,’ she said, as her eyes got real big. ‘Do you like it? Does she?’ ‘Yes to both. I like it when she sucks on my cock. . ,’ Aim winced...at my language . . .’and I love the taste of her pussy.’ Letting her think for a minute, I refresh the coffee and rummage for sandwich fixings. I doubt she’s eaten anything all morning, and it’s almost lunchtime. She didn’t say much, but she was thinking up a storm. She appeared deep in thought as we munched on lunch. I think her worldview opened a bit. The 3rd day of the flu I couldn’t take it anymore and started tearing up. I’m a well-built guy with a good physical body. My mother is a beautiful 38-year old who has recently lost a lot of weight and looks amazing. I have had fantasies of her when I was a teenager but recently have never had the time to look at her in any other way but that of a son but that night was different. I was tearing in pain in bed covering my eyes to hide my tears when my brother heard me sob and called our mother.. ."Iain stopped his daughter by banging on the table. "Ah'll not-be 'aving it," he shouted and pointed at Abigail. "And ya leave Quentin aloon."Abigail snorted. "I wouldn't want to touch 'im," she replied."Liar!" Moira cried. "Just 'cause..." Ah said," Iain shouted. "Ah'll not 'ave it at 'ome." He turned to Abigail and then rubbed his nose. "Ahh what 'appened in Glasgae?"Abigail rubbed the brow of her forehead and began to recount the short audition while Moira sneered at her failure making. He clipped the leash to it and I froze. He snapped me out of my daze by tugging hard on it and I struggled to keep up as he stormed out of the bar with me struggling behind him. A crowd of guys cheered and jeered as we headed down the street to his car.I got in the passenger seat, I would reason with him, get the collar and cage off and then dump this mad man.He dragged me up stairs and I saw the pink latex basque and stockings laid out with the tiny pink panties.He stood with his hands on his.