My hands can almost reach around her whole waist, and if I queeze any tighter, its going to happen. I know she can't breath, I don't want her to. S...e wants me to not want to. She tries to lock her ankels behind me but her heels are too busy hammering into my back. I hear her voice start to give. I slip her off of me and tell her to turn over. She's too paralyzed to move, and before I could stop myself I have a handful of her scalp and thru gritted teeth I repeat myself. She slowly turns. I think she deserves some special loving tonight.”“Sounds fair,” Frances agreed. “I’ll speak with the two scheduled girls, and sort something out to allow for Erika’s presence.” She paused to switch subjects. “Talking of dads; Freda, have you heard anything from your father about that lawyer that the police want to know about?”“Not yet, dear. I’ll give him a ring this evening, to see where he has got to with that enquiry.Reg, are listening to what I have just said?”Reg indicated his. ..is the lady having a problem..?"...I turned....and he spoke again... "...I am trained Doctor... I can check the lady's leg...please come inside..."I estimated him to be slightly older than my 57 years (at that time!), maybe early 60s, quite tall, maybe 6' 2", grey hair, long grey beard, ....and pleasant smile.He waved his hand in a welcoming gesture, offering us access to a small, dark, doorway. We entered. (Which was strange really, as on our ventures abroad I am usually very careful to. ”I looked at her and said, “You, Mom.”Mom actually blushed and said, “I was feeling very frisky from all of that Champaign and your father fell asleep on me. Your father was feeling me up all night and making me promises of how great our sex was going to be and then the bastard passed out on me. I’m sorry but you were the only man that I could use to satisfy myself.”I smiled and replied, “Don’t be sorry, Mom. I’m not. I want to do it again and as often as I can.”Mom said, “Just keep it to.