The 4 of us(Foxy, Margaret, Bernie and I) took all the shopping and headed backtowards the car which was 15 minutes in the other direction, while the'...ldies' walked the 10 minutes to the club.We drove to the club, chattering the entire time about what we'd broughtand what we thought had been rubbish and after driving around the clubcar park eventually found a space, parked the car and went inside. Withall the walking I'd finally mastered my heels and was now strutting likea catwalk model which. Instead, it was the pain of watching someone she loved being torn to shreds in front of her eyes, with little that could be done but watch the entire awful process in slow motion.It had begun the Wednesday after Thanksgiving. Heather was right; her mother was deteriorating rapidly. She died Wednesday night, with Heather and her father at the hospital. Jim MacKenzie was already half in the bag, sipping bourbon from an ill-concealed hip flask, but he was sober enough to hold his crying daughter. "Really? This one is big enough for me." Your Mother always used to say that it was big enough to give her pleasure, but not so big that it brought tears to her eyes."I thought she would find that funny, but she didn't react, instead she kept on staring at it. Then in a low she said, "Tell me what to do."I hesitated, my first thought was to say to her, "Get on all fours so that I can fuck you from behind," but I managed to control myself. I was supposed to be teaching her how to suck cocks, not. Don’t get me wrong, I knew whatever feelings she was having that I would get my reward later (not in heaven) and boy did she cum.She tensed up, came up onto her toes, squeezed the shit out of my cock, grabbed my right hand and showed me what it was I was supposed to be doing (even though I’ve been doing it for many, many years (and no, I haven’t been doing it wrong all these years), her left hand gave way on the wall she was propped up against and here she was again, nearly drowning.But this.