“I had a wild hair that needed scratching. The first time I went to Vegas, I met your dad at the dice table. It was great weekend, but it left me pr...gnant with you,” she said. “My husband was a controlling, violent man, which was why I needed to break away, but I underestimated him. He bought off my doctor, and found out I was pregnant before I could make up my mind about keeping you.”“Oh, mom...” Belle was crying again.“He had me grabbed, locked away in an old apartment complex. I thought he’d. Dinner seemed to last forever. I was thinking about Holly. I had a hard-on. I didn't know there were such things as sympathy based erections. Sex was the farthest thing from my mind. I really felt bad for the poor girl, but my dick had it's own emotional track. I stared at my soup and prayed nobody would ask me to get up. The table top defended me from embarrassment due to natural causes.The quiet was interrupted by what I thought was a renewed attempt at igniting a conversation around the. ”Again she shook her head and said, “We may be getting the Nobel Prize, but the math in your family makes no sense to either of us. Jim Conroy gets 100 percent of your love and attention, Hank. Then the children get 50 percent each. But how on earth do you have 450 percent to give?”Very softly Hank replied, “The answer to your question, dear Anna, is not on Earth. But to the Creator of the Universe, I don’t think it’s very hard.”“As usual, Henrietta Conroy, you’re exactly correct,” the Voice. I zip up my pants. Moments later, I receive a text. “All clear.”I text back. “Are you ready for me?”She replies, “Yes!”I respond, “Touch yourself while you wait. Stroke your clit.”“Matt!” she answers.“Do it!” I hammer back.A minute later, she texts back, “Are you coming? If you don’t, I’m going to.”“Do you need me?” I reply.“YES!”I quickly stride to the restroom. I open the door, lock it behind me, and my mouth is instantly on hers. It is not my usual gentle kiss, but a hungry one. She meets my.