She slid her hand underneath my boxers and found a throbbing erection. At first, she fondled my testicles before grabbing my foreskin and pulling it b...ck and forth very slowly.“I love it when you do that, mom,” I admitted.“I know you do, son, I can feel you’re very excited,” she replied.“Mom, your hand feels so good,” I answered and returned my attention to her breast.“Tell me, son, what’s the kinkiest thing you ever thought about me?” my mother asked.“I like to think that I’m between your legs. ” Never argue with Marcy when she is that direct; you are not going to win.The General walked up, “I will follow you back to your office, then I need to find a motel room close to you as your liaison until you depart for Kampala.”Marcy’s driving was as fast as Jenny’s; I knew who was giving who driving lessons. The trip from Washington in rush hour was normally an hour and a half; we were sitting in front of the gym in an hour with a minute or two to spare.On the way home I had asked the three. "We had carried our suitcases over to a series of benches. Jessica moved to sit down, but one of the airports shuttled drove up. The lighted information panel said "charter". As the doors opened Morgan walked to the bus."Everyone is here. Do we just bring the luggage on board?" Morgan asked the driver."How many?" the man asked."Seventeen adults, three children, one toddler," Morgan said. "Not that many suitcases though, this is a weekend trip." Everything should fit. Climb aboard," the driver. I would rise about nine in the morning and make my ablutions and have breakfast. After which I would catch up on any company paper work and deal with any disciplinary matters. At noon I was served a good lunch by Mine Host of the Anchor Inn, a well-made buxom woman, with a fine head of coppery red hair. I estimated her to be around forty years of age, and she carried those years well.After my lunch I would take my ease until half past two, and then I would put on my tunic, buckle on my sword.