Worst case we got stood up and just had a fun evening to ourselves. The only stipulations I’d given were that I had to be there to watch and film an... that he had to use a condom and could not cum inside her.We got to the pub as planned and waited only a few minutes before Chris showed up. We’d picked a booth in a quiet part of the place so we could chat without eavesdroppers. He was about our age (mid 40’s), with red hair and a red beard, very slim and turned out to be very charming. He sat on. " What?" I looked at her.She looked at me. "It's simple. Lay here. And put your head on my lap. I'm trying to help you relax. Okay?" Okay," I said. And I did. She looked down at me and massaged my temples and caressed my face. "Mmmmmm, baby, that feels soooo good!" I used to do this for the little girl next door when I babysat. It calmed her down and put her to sleep." She smiled. "Don't go to sleep, though." And it could have been perfectly innocent and so very caring.Finally I sad, "Nikki, If. But I had no choice as I love money so much and loving you so much to put you in school made me betrayed my dignity.” I felt even worse after hearing what she went through. I gave mom a tight hug. The hug was so tight that her sleeping gown lifted higher and higher, revealing her sexy thighs. I then deliberately push it even higher and I almost saw her virginal. I knew she wasn’t wearing panty. Mom stood up and told me to continue giving her money as long as she lives. Mixture feelings ran. We’d already had the “Night of the Triple,” as you artfully labeled it in your story and that we had coincidentally (how can this be?!) and equally artfully had called it ourselves. I was a ripe eight months gone, and just returning from visiting my sister Daisy in West Egg. Sonny, my husband, was to fetch me from the airport, but as typical for that time in our lives, was tied up drafting a legal brief and called instructing me to take a cab. From the Pittsburgh airport to our little town was.