You know what that means." Then he looked at my mother and said, "Get your fuckin' clothes off. Now! Hurry up!"My mother's fingers opened buttons, low...red zippers, and pulled off every stick of clothing she wore. She cowered in the foyer, naked with three fully dressed people looking at her."Bend over with your hands on your knees," Mr. Jackson said. "You know the routine." When my mother complied and was bent at the waist, her hands on her knees, her butt sticking out, and her head hung, he. .m… make.. him stop.”I asked, “Does it feel good?” She looked up at me and her body jerked as he kept at his licking and she nodded at me, numbly,, “His tongue is rougher than yours… but yes it does f..fee..feel good.”Peg wasn’t resisting him now but said, “My god honey, He’s a dog. We can’t let him do this. I mean anybody could look over the fence and see us.”I said, “If I help will you let him see what he will do when we take him inside?” By now Peg’s body was responding to his tongue. Her. Worth waiting for!"After a delicious sweet (Tiramisu) and coffee and brandy, the general rose to his feet."'Fraid I have to go off for my afternoon nap. You two go into the lounge and make yourselves comfortable for an hour or two. See you later."They obeyed gladly and curled up together on the sofa. The effects of the meal, the wonderful Burgundy and the fine brandy all combined to send the pair to sleep and they slumbered peacefuly with Gwen's head resting on Jessica's breast and Jessica's. I asked him if after dinner while I cleaned up the kitchen if he would mind talking to her about it and he agreed.After dinner I told them to go into the living room and relax and I would clean up the mess. I could hear them talking softly and her exclaiming she didn't know about it and him telling her he was sure god understood she still had needs and perhaps had brought him into our lives for this purpose. He held her hand and asked if she minded if they prayed about it. She agreed and after.