“Oh darling, squeeze it, hold it, stroke it, this dick is all yours from now on.” “You mean that, don’t you?” “Yes I do, why do you ask?...�� She paused watching his face to gauge his reaction then spoke. “I was thinking maybe that you can have one last tryst, mother, me and you.” For a moment she thought he was going to pass out. “Herb, are you okay?” “Let me see if I heard you straight, before I answer that one. You want us to do one last rendezvous, a threesome with your mother. Correct?” . Charlotte didn't really know what was under there; she had never seen awoman's sex but she knew that it had some sort of fleshy folds that ledto a moist channel. Some of the upper-classmen at Harrow had inferredthat it smelt fishy but Charlotte knew this was an old wives tale. Shehad inhaled the aroma of her mother's knickers on many occasions andthe smell was delightful and exotic.What she did know was that Mary had to be wearing tight knickers,panties they were sometimes called, and that. I can see Clade trying to wave me over, but I choose to ignore him."Now Chronos," Clade says as he makes he way over to me. "There ain't no call for you to be so cold. I'm just trying to be friends. Like you asked us." The offer of friendship was for all of the Killmick, not just you Clade." I say coldly to him."And I'm here to take you up on that." He smiles charmingly at me."No Clade," I say bluntly. "I have no interest in you, or your charms. I have enough..." I pause to think about the. You don't want to fall behind this late in the game, so do as you're told.That night I laid in bed thinking about the big surprise and what he might have planned for me until I finally fell asleep. The next morning I put a short flared skirt, no panties, a bulky sweater and no bra. I wanted to build back the points I'd lost by not wearing the sweater he'd told me to wear, plus It had turned a little chilly over night along with a light rain, so the sweater felt good. I saw his face light up.