. I was coming, coming, coming, leaning over Mom’s head, kissing her hair, keeping her mouth on my spurting cock, mumbling, “I love you, love you,...love you.”I was still, chest heaving, gasping for air, cock slipping out, over Mom’s lips, hands running down Mom’s back to her ass, hugging her. Mom was pulling away, her back straightening. I did too. She reached out and took my flaccid cock in her hand and began stroking it. Nothing happened for a minute or too, my manliness failing me, but then. 'We shared a companionable look, before we both looked away embarrassed. I quickly changed the subject. 'Okay, so, we've got everything? Food, bows, some trade goods, bedding and so on?''Uh huh. We're good.'Nodding to myself, I pulled the pack onto my shoulders, stretched my muscles slightly and inclined my head to the north. 'Shall we?'We started walking, moving at a trot between the trees where there wasn't enough light for large undergrowth, and at a quick walk one behind the other between. It was justlike earlier, with that hand feeling completely numb and sort ofdisassociated. As I watched, the small robots cut the hand off, much to myhorror, though I didn't feel it. I was surprised to see that no bloodcome out when the hand was removed, and by this time, I was staring attheir operation with intense curiosity. With a quick precision, theybrought another hand over, and attached it, still holding the light overthe new hand and wrist. They did something to it for a few. The women did not talk much on the ride, but when they arrived, Phoebe asks Les if she would like to come in for a nightcap. Les replies that it would be nice. Phoebe showed where Les could park behind the Pub near the back entrance to the bar and her apartment.Together they walk into the Peacock from the back. Phoebe explains that for now, she is living in the apartment over the bar. Les comments that it might be a bit noisy if the Pub is still running being up there. Phoebe assures her.