Book me in for ninety minutes.I thanked the girl and went to leave.“I will see you tomorrow to pick up your items.” The girl said as I left.I went...back to the hotel and stripped off and looked at myself in the mirror. This time tomorrow night I would be looking very different.I lay on the bed and masturbated once more. I was loving each experience more and more. I had not done this for a few years I was making up for it almost by the hour. I laughed to myself. I was behaving like a teenager. I wanted to ask him more about the discussion the men had had, but he likely would tell me not to worry my pretty head about it, so I gave mother a kiss on the cheek and continued on to my room. I had never taken undo interest in the political discussions that my father and various men had when visiting our home. I listened enough to know that the newly emerging merchant class desired greater freedom to engage in business, and greater representation in government, but I hadn’t really listened. I would joke that he was her bitch and he would joke about being my new daddy. Him talking about my mom like that wasn't uncommon, he used to say that he only came round for dinner at our place so often so he could stare at Moms tits and I'm not gonna lie, she has a pair worth staring at. Yes, yes, I know it's weird to be talking about your mother like that but I'm painfully aware that she's attractive, definitely a MILF.Yesterday evening I was talking to Ray on Facebook and he asked me about. I listened, and tried to accept what Rick said. I nodded now and then, and mumbled a response or two.I wept. For the first time since all of this finished, I cried. Openly and without trying to stop, I bawled my eyes out, and somehow the hurt flowed with the tears. Not all of it. It's not as though it could just be washed away, but perhaps enough.I lay in silence after that, listening without actually listening to Rick, liking the feel of the brush in my hair, and the timbre of his voice, and.