" I looked around and no one seemed to be in the store. I came out and saw my wife had a long strap-on dildo and a bottle of lube on the counter. "... need to get one more thing and I need your help." she said to me. "You need a butt plug. There are two sizes here that I'm looking at. Which one do you want?" I looked at the rubber plugs under the glass counter and both were quite large. I realized that I had "very recently" had a pretty big cock in my ass, but these sex toys were BIG. I. Lincoln had been a friend, he was dead. He wished Maria could be his friend, but knew that was now impossible. It had always been impossible. He stared at her lying curled up in the sternsheets. He wanted her, but he desperately did not want her to hate him even more than she did.His mouth was dry, tasting of vomit. Now the wind had died away he was getting hot. Sweating. But he knew that sweat was wasting precious water his body so desperately needed. Maria moaned and he saw her slowly. I was driving Chloe home from a party that had finished prematurely when the hostess had collapsed in a drunken stupor. Chloe needed a ride home, and I was asked to do the honours. A sixty year old guy driving a thirty year old woman home was thought to be a safe bet."Why?" she asked."You are a beautiful woman. I was mentally undressing you" I admitted knowing that I would not be seeing her after this car journey so I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Hopefully not a slap to the face. There’s only one thing that can change my daughter, and telling her what to do is certainly not it.”“What can change her, then?”Mairead finished her tea. Her hand was still shaking as she set the fine cup down with a bit of a clatter. “Accepting who she is.”I felt my blood slow to a crawl. “But if you accept who she is ... you don’t change her.”She smiled at me, again very emotional. “You’re a keen young man. And so you see why I’ve not talked to her since she left, why I’ve not insisted on it,.