My mother was still looking at me as her little son. I think I was starting to understand the difference between what my mother expected of me and wha... I expected of her. I wanted her to see me as a man and not just her little boy. I wanted to her to see me as someone whom she can have an intimate relationship with. I didn’t think of all this at that point in time. It’s actually taken me a week to rationalize all of this, but I knew that I wanted her to see me as her lover and not her son in. He can be excused perhaps for the slightly jaded tone of his sigh, as he had been pursuing the will of the major powers for some six hundred years. He needed a change of scenery from the ever changing scenery. Some place to settle down and relax for a decade or so. He folded his camp-fire into a time-stop pocket for later, and knocked the dottle from his pipe. Slapping dust off the seat of his deerskin loincloth as he stood and placed the pipe into his storage-space, he accessed his spirit. ‘Kimberly was going to be fine, she was stable when I made my call to Jenna and once you turned up with her insulin I became redundant.’ The anger in her voice told me she wasn’t appeased by my words or even the conviction I put into them. ‘She could have died Mister, the nearest hospital is twenty miles to the south and the nearest doctor is eighteen miles to the east and you left her on the couch of your cabin and went fishing.’ I promised myself I would leave the world to its own devices, I. First I put on my makeup. My dick was already hard. I then choose a purple nightie, with matching panties, black stockings and sexy high heels. To complete the illusion I put on a black wig. One look in the mirror makes me shiver with excitement. I put some porn on the t.v, sat on couch and proceeded to fuck my ass with varying size dildos. I decided to get comfortable and lied down on the couch facing the tv. I rammed a large dildo in & out. I moaned with pleasure. I looked at the porno and.