Ellen, Cannes, France, Thursday, March 8, 1973Present:I remember well the surprising events of that day. I don't know if Mom contrived to be busy that...morning, or it was truly an accident. Her voice comes back to me as if it were yesterday:"I can't stand my hair any longer! I have to take time out and go to the salon," said Mom with exasperation."Oh, I've been to one nearby. Charlie and I can go walk-about while Milady is coiffed!"The three of us walked through sun-drenched streets and arrived. I'm regular as clockwork and I'm a fortnight late."Steven picked her up and whirled her round. "Oh my clever darling!" he cried."You've been equally clever, Mr Hardacre."They both giggled.Steven ticked the months off on his fingers. "April," he said.Becca nodded."A birthday present for Garry," he teased."Grrr!"Steven laughed and whirled her round again.There were other not dissimilar conversations going on elsewhere."Tom, darling, do you want to start having children yet?"Tom, being the. ..delicious...mmm..." she said to no one in particular as she sucked her fingers clean and with her hand, she lifted my weighty shaft and pressed my knob against Jacinda's pink, glistening cunt lips. More precum oozed from my shiny knob and mixed with the fluid on Jacinda's glazed twat. Jacinda gasped, "Oh yeah...I'm ready...f...fuck me...give it to me..."! I looked down and gently thrust my hips and watched as my plum began to force its way into Jacinda's hole and I paused. I could see the. I tried once more. "I'm not taking you anywhere unless you want to go."After a long pause, "I want to go with you." Then stop calling me Sir," I said as I started the car."I'll try to stop being so fucking subservient."I caught her grinning and knew she was making fun of me. She was rubbing her arms. I turned the air conditioner off and she thanked me. "You're very nice for a..." For a what?" I shouldn't say it. You might become angry." Say it," I said in a commanding voice."You're very nice.