And, finally, on March 30 my girlfriend ended our relationship. You could say I was devastated about the loss of my mom and grandma, not so much my gi...lfriend. Truth be spoken, the relationship wasn’t real. She was a beard of sorts. My true passion was having sex with escorts. I’d been that way since I was eighteen. Since I really couldn’t take escorts to family or work functions, I needed a girlfriend. That’s where Betsy came in. She was pretty, and well educated. She was the kind of girl. I didn't know how I felt about having to exercise it and hoped I would not have to find out.I had asked Mom to get the ball rolling."Ebenezer, I told the children about your wise decision to defer your concept of a wedding promotion until after their wedding. They were pleased."Children? We certainly hadn't discussed using that word. I worried the infantilization would undercut my ability to negotiate, but it was out there and I couldn't think of any way to fix it."Good. I'm gratified they. Sooner than I would have liked, I felt an orgasm approaching, so I stopped stroking and held my hard dick still in her pussy waiting for it to pass, but I was too late and I started cuming in her pussy. I had a nearly complete orgasm, so I wasn't able to recover and start fucking again right away, I rolled off of her and lay beside her. We chatted for a while and then got dressed and went to the couch in the living room. Ron returned and was surprised to see the two of us sitting on the couch.. One side was in mint condition, with the, what I suspected to be silk, sheets folded perfectly. There was a small desk next to the bed and a chest of draws at the end of it. “This is your knew home Tyler,” announced Ms Lockhart, like some real estate dealer. “Your en-suite bathroom with a shower is to your right, and that is your side of the room and that is Piers’. So get comfortable your lessons start tomorrow morning, if you need something don’t hesitate to call me ok?” with a flourish.