Mom asked me if gloryholes were real and where she could go see one. I told her I would find out and let her know hoping she would forget all about it... But mom hounded me until I gave in. I found an adult bookstore with video booths and went to check it out, and there were glory holes. I told mom about this and she wanted to go and see this. She begged me to go with her and let see these gloryholes. So one friday night we drove across town to this adult bookstore. Mom was so excited I was not. "We didn't even talk about it, We both knew what he wanted so I took him by the hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom. I closed the door and he started to kiss me . . . and before I knew it . . . we were lying on the bed and and he had my panties off. I had his cock in my hand but before we could take it any further, I heard my husband downstairs calling for me." God . . . I was so scared . . . I mean . . . Do you realize how easily we could've been caught? Anyway . . . we straightened up. Then you stop it. And I moan. I need you to finish me. My body is shaking in desire. Internally my body screams for you. But I am too scared to let the noise out. My body is so cold. But it is covered in a thin layer of sweat. I can smell the scent of my juices. I want you to fuck me. You move the buzzing object again, so that it hits my spot and my legs shake. I feel the surge of my orgasm as it engulfs every aspect of my being. My breathing intensifies. I let out slight moans, as I get. I decided to try to prevent Mohamed's death. That meant that I would have to go before the Witches and Wizards Council. I was willing to do that. What I didn't know, at least consciously, is it was already too late. The event that would lead to the hate that resulted in his death was about to happen. My appointment with the Council was for September twelfth.Nadia again joined me at Miriam's for our normal coffee and talk. I, of course drink tea, but that is not a major difference. We enjoy.