All it had done was remind me how much trouble I was in and make me even more worried. I wished I was like three people, I thought, riding my big onto...the big wide gravel drive that lead to the house and the garage. I shoulda been triplets maybe, then there would have been enough of me to go around, and who knows, maybe one of us would have liked being a girl. That sort of cheered me up and even made me giggle a little, which I really needed a lot!"You're home late," my dad was in the kitchen. Without breaking their eye contact she reached out her left hand and held his cock in it. He stopped stroking and left his cock free for her. She put her fingers around the shaft while looking into his eyes and then began to stroke him just as he had been doing. This was the only other cock she had held since she married and it felt wonderful.She lowered her gaze from his eyes until it rested on his cock and her hand. Up and down, very gently, and sensuously her hand moved on his cock. She. "You leave a field fallow for too long and you'll soon have some bugger ploughing it for you."Whether this aphorism was to make me aware that Miriam was playing away I couldn't say; my mum was Plaistow born and bred and wouldn't know a fallow field from a fallow deer and I often wondered which of my 'uncles' had told her that.It didn't look like those first six months after my return from Germany, when I had enjoyed a proper married life with Miriam, were ever going to be repeated, so I made. When we got home from the steakhouse, and Mum and Dad were watching the 'News at Ten' presented by Alastair Burnet, Jen phoned Hamish at the flat to check that they had all arrived safely; I could tell from the giggling that she was talking to either Julie or Sheila, and that she was being updated on the 'goings-on'. Then she got all quiet and started whispering, so I guessed she was now exchanging sweet nothings with her beloved. She did have the decency to call me over for a quick word with.