. What was it? A handjob from... OH SHIT! Was it HIM?"What is it?" She almost screamed. "Is this about..." Oh, I bear glad tidings, darling," Olivia d...awled. "You remember a few weeks back, you entertained that charming Irish fellow?"Mattie sat bolt upright in her chair only just managing to check herself in time, before she squealed like a Japanese schoolgirl. "Oh yes, I think I remember him. It was in the Malmaison, wasn't it? He had the suite?" Yes, darling, that's the chap, and don't come. And there was no way I could control it. I just cried like a baby until I was done and no amount of holding, consoling, or anything else had any effect. It was like a part of me died when he didn't come home. And of course, being his mother, there was always that nagging thought that I should have been able to do something to prevent it, even though I knew that wasn't true.The man who came out of that forest wasn't the boy I'd watched go in three months before. Bev had told me she was going to. Try it''his bbc full of soap and hard offered to memike taking both my hands up, on his fat cock making it feel his hard cock''see, its fine , just wash it for me''''my god Mike you are so big''''yes , feels good dude yes like that stroke it slowly with the soap its so nice you have nice small hands''i look up stroking his cock with the soap , feeling the girth and long cock , discovering how nice it feels to hold a big cock''damn , you clean it so nice, never tell anyone about this ok''''of. ”Sage laughs. “But you still are fretting about it.”“I was thinking about my parents and Cat,” she answers a little defensively.“But you still thought about it too,” Sage counters, this time with a little smile.The smile makes Story smile back. “Just a little.”“Get some rest,” Sage says. “We’re going to need what rest we can get.”Story nods and rolls over. Before she knows it, she is fast asleep. The sleep, however, doesn’t last. They weren’t under attack, but she didn’t expect to feel.