”Charlotte failed to suppress a giggle. “In other words, the sex was so good you didn’t care if it stung a bit, huh?”Ada tried to look contrit..., but the grin on her face canceled most of that.Then after a moment as they let the water pour over them, “Looks like we both might have to take a pass on the sex tonight, but the last two nights were well worth it, at least to me,” Charlotte said as she unconsciously teased her clit while remembering.Ada grinned at her daughter. “Me, too.”A few minutes. It would be an adventure for the kids. And, presumably, a safe adventure.But earlier that morning, before we went into the kitchen for breakfast with Vanessa and Pilar, I had taken Walker back into my bed. Gave the traveler a little something special to think about on the plane ride. I am his mother, after all.I’d been aware, naturally, that I was a Gunther target. Especially since Hank Morristown had been murdered. But an intellectual consciousness is different from being fucking shot. As I took the bottle, she bent over onto all fours with her arse raised straight towards me.As I pulled on the plug, I realised what she meant by being stretched; the size of the plug shocked me but she let out a deep, satisfied moan as I slowly eased the plug from her bottom. Throwing the plug onto the bed, I squirted a good amount of lube onto her, and over my cock. I lined up behind her and just as the tip of my cock touched her entrance, she reached back with both hands pulling her cheeks. I found his member stiffer than I have previously known it and it responded with vigour to my own movements, skewered as I was on his manhood. I can see that arranging something similar in future would be a source of considerable pleasure to him." And in no small measure for yourself?" I let my gaze fall to her chest where her nipples could be seen clearly, pertly erect beneath the silk of her blouse."Yes, Sir," she replied with self-assurance. "I will acknowledge that." Good," I said, "that is.