There's posh and posh and the way I talk is nowhere near the top of the ladder. Listen to the news readers. That is the really proper way to speak and...I don't do that having lived in Yorkshire virtually all my life. It's part of our tradition that there are different accents all over the country. It's just that some words, like 'crikey', are not really used by us nobs." He grinned at her and she smiled back."By the way, tonight after dinner," he added, "there's another programme on television. I feel you are getting hurt, and it is paining.” My dad asked, being tensed.“Yes, it’s hurting, but the pain is also getting relieved. Till you both come back, I will be completely fine,” with a husky and shaky voice, she affirmed.” ok, but do take care and take rest.” My dad said with a concerned voice.“Ah. Hmm.” (again with a moaning sound). She agreed and hung up the call.My dad looked at me with a sad face as he got tensed about mom. I consoled him, saying that mom was absolutely fine. I. I opened my eyes to see Frank towering over me, and stroking himself on my lips. He was sucking Eve’s tit over me, and her hand was stroking my hair. Pretty soon another cock came in from the other side, and I had two at once in my mouth, with who knows whose hands pawing up my package. I reached and cupped a pair of nutsacks and pulled. OOF! A pair of girls entwined fell across my midsection, knocking the air out of me and giving me a show of tits and asses to watch as I sucked. I grabbed a. Inside I found her letter telling me that she loved me but she needed more in her life and a set of divorce papers she had already signed. I looked the document over and realized she left everything to me but what she took with her. She obviously thought what we had wasn’t worth fighting for and she was off to bigger and better things. Well so be it. I hadn’t talked to her about how my company was doing as she didn’t seem to care. That should have been my first clue but I just thought she.