There's not much to mixing a martini so she was quickly back with her martini and my water. She sat next to me on their elegant Scandinavian sofa. "T...ank you, Mrs. Johansson," as she handed me a glass of water. "Oh, Richard, call me Bridget." "Fine but call me Dick." "Okay Dick. I wanted to see you because there is something I want to ask," she said in a rather formal way. "Oh? Shoot." "Well, Richard, ah Dick, I wanted to take a few pictures of the fall leaves in our backyard so I went. Do it with your brother... ohh Timmie... I'm so sorry..."... my sobbing went on as a new torrent of tears flooded my face.He pressed me close to him, finally I let go, I needed a shoulder to cry on... and it was here for me... "... I'll never hate you mom... I could never do such a thing..."Then I was in his arms, and he in mine. Mother and son consoling eachother.I had calmed myself. We were still in Tim's bed, his arm still around my shoulders, pressing me against him. I still had my head on. A kid was making her nervous.Sarah wanted to talk to Matt. No, she needed to talk.But she said "fine" and they made plans to meet the next night.Sarah could hardly sleep.It wasn't natural. It really wasn't natural.Matt Parker was 17. He was Laurie's brother. Just seventeen! Four years younger than Sarah! Can you believe it?He was born in 1986!He was a kid. A fucking kid.They had gone to a French restaurant, earlier that week, and he clearly was uncomfortable. Shit, he wasn't old enough to. La mattina a colazione, devo prendere una banana immergerla nello yogurt alla vaniglia e leccarla davanti a mio figlio, poi liberandomi della mia vestaglietta rosa trasparente, completamente nuda e con i tacchi devo riservare lo stesso trattamento fatto alla banana per il pene a quel punto eretto di mio figlio, fino a farlo eiaculare raccogliendo tutto lo sperma in un bicchiere e berlo fino all’ultima goccia. Mio figlio vuole che io abbia sempre un plug anale di 12 centimetri infilato nell’ano.