Maybe it was a smallthing, but it helped him feel better about his situation.Eric retrieved the paper sack from the back seat of his car as he exiteda...d wrapped his arm around it, concealing it as best he could. Guiltgnawed at his conscience as he began walking to the entrance of thebuilding. Guilt over wasting money on beer, guilt over wasting most ofhis time everyday in utterly empty pursuits, guilt over being humiliatedat the store, guilt over not being a better man overall, it all gnawedat. Oh, sure, I dated, and so did Marie, but only so that we could secretly tape our temporary beaus. Once we got what we wanted on tape, we moved on to another "friend." Our tape library consists of hundreds of secretly made fuck and suck sessions, and we even have our boy and girlfriends alone, masturbating when they thought no one was around.Let me tell you about what we do on vacations.Vacations are wonderful for peeking, and, with some planning, for videotaping, too. We've really got it down. When we got back to the car, Joan make the call. “Voice mail,” she said.“Let’s go back to the motel and take a shower, and then get some breakfast,” I suggested. “If by then you don’t hear from your guy, I’ll contact the Geek.”“I’ll have it I swear,” Joan said sounding almost desperate.“Don’t worry, I’m not going to blame you,” I said. “This isn’t time critical.”“Good, but I will,” she said.“You will what?” I asked.“I’ll blame myself,” she suggested it almost in tears.“Don’t blame yourself for. An act of invasiveness and dominance performed with such slow gentleness – if the girls were any more considerate it wouldn’t be buttfucking at all – despite it all from all-three of her grown-girls, a seemingly endless stretch of love as effort: dispelling all guilts and shames and self-consciousness with this mutual humility, these four women hugging crumpled upon each other and locked in a embrace so as to hold them all together, this sodomy of mother by daughters a loving chore for both;.