Thank you Mitchell,” he said with heavy sarcasm. To me he said, “The colleague I mentioned? It’s my ex-wife.” And he was gone. I looked at Mit...hell, who was now sitting in a chair with his legs draped over the arms. “My dad’s a dick,” he said. I went back to my desk and reached in my side drawer. I didn’t find any cigarettes in there because I had quit 5 years before, but I fumbled with the drawer when I got stressed. Brian’s kid was my new project? Since that was the case there was no option. Margaret is Milly's mom ... the mom with the gossip."Milly said they said lots of lovie dovie things before they got down to brass-tacks." And?" said Mrs. Carver ... Mrs. Mayor. She was so used to following her husbands' speeches ... listening to Margarets' gossip was a snap. She tossed the ten of trumps on Mrs. Jefferson's nine of trumps.Mrs. Jefferson looked indignant.Mom smiled, "Way to go partner."Pollythenia, Mrs. Jefferson's partner dithered. As she did every morning, she woke up in a new. I went over to my mother and sat next to her, my cock was still hard and I felt a bit embarrassed but my mother just put her arms around me and I felt her skin on mine and her tits pushed against my body. She said she was so sorry and she cried a bit, I held her tight and said it was ok.She then said she could help me with my erection and told me to lie on my back. She then climbed onto my penis and I felt it slide inside her, it was my first time and I felt much pleasure, and my mother smiled. She uses her birthday money to purchase a camera, a self-developing Polaroid. It is a thing of such limited application, the images it produces, shit-poor. It is a luxury they can hardly afford.The last Sunday in September and it's gloriously sunny. They drive to Hanger Woods for undraped shots. It has to be outdoors; the possibility of their household belongings captured in black and white for their friends to recognise is unthinkable. He knows a place, camped there with the scouts when he was.