Then I clicked my phone to stop recording and played back the video. Maria was immediately recognisable, and as an added bonus I'd managed to film the...registration number of her car as she'd driven off.I put the phone back in my pocket, waiting for a few minutes until I was definitely sure they’d gone. I'd filmed the scene as a whim, with no clear idea what I was going to do with the footage. It was certainly damning, easily enough evidence for her husband to file for divorce. And that was my. This was probably due to the ideology of your mother which she had been quick to impose on you and your sisters individually when growing up through puberty.The quote that had always come back to haunt you was "Sex is great James but it is so much better when you're doing it with someone you love, don't give away your virginity lightly". Always having a healthy relationship with your mother you took her words to heart. You always desired her approval when growing up and tried to gain it in any. Well I don't know, I haven't seen them yet."She looked at me and then the bathroom door, and then quickly lifted her shirt up so I could see her neon green bra and then put her shirt back down.My jaw dropped and my cock grew solid"Well..." she said, "do you like them?"I was so stunned I couldnt answer. Then she took a quick glance down at my crotch and got her answer."Is that for me?" she asked sweetly as she approached me closely.I looked at her and slightly nodded my head. She then shocked. You know the rest of the story, Diary: everyone does. I went to the villagewell one day to fetch water, and there was an old woman there, who asked meto draw her up a bucket of water. I did it willingly, needing no compulsionto do so; but how often, when I look back upon that day, have I wished I hadnever seen her! For after I gave of her to drink, she turned into a beautifulfairy, and placed an enchantment on me as thanks: Whenever I spoke, gold pieceswould rain from my mouth. When I laughed.