"You're kidding me, right? That's your solution?" I laughed indignantly, envisioning myself on hands and knees on Mom's floor, her dildo-one of her di...dos-up my rear end. In this scenario, I wore her auburn wig, one of her lacy black bras, a pair of sexy black thigh highs, and her fuck-me black heels. Her lacy black panties lay discarded on the floor while I enjoyed my backside."That's not happening!" I exclaimed, laughing. What was I even doing in here?Mom has, in addition to the illusory. I didn’t need to know he had eyes for a younger office bimbo, whore, slut!!! He could have just taken her away for an odd weekend pretended to be on business, satisfy his carnal lusts for young pussy and then come back to me and leave me in blissful ignorance.Now i really have to apologise for my language, i feel certain you didn’t expect a privately educated lady from the suburbs to utter such filth, but really, nothing else seems quite appropriate under the circumstances in which i found. “Oh, do not fear for me. I am simply curious. I know, deep in my soul, that James loves me as he has loved no other. I merely wonder whether he wants more than I can provide. I mean, some day we will have children, and what will he do then, when I am in my confinement?”“By then you will be married and worrying about other things. Let the future take care of the future, and do not go looking for trouble,” she replied.I thought long and hard that night about whether to invite others into James’. The gloom of the building gave everything an air of moving at half speed. Even the couples dotted around the back pews seemed to be fucking with slow, quiet deliberation: “Weird,” thought Alison, “that guy even looks like he’s coming in slow motion…”The queues for Confession were long, but Alison spent the time in line half-heartedly muttering a couple of Eat My Cunt Marys as she fingered the silver cock pendant on her rosary: it somehow seemed more appropriate in the circumstances than jerking.