Two days we moved west, crossing main roads and avoiding traffic, using trees whenever possible and dropping to the ground on hearing a light plane or...helicopter. Where I was heading was towards a sixty foot converted Danish MFV I had on a slipway by an old fisherman's cottage in a bay on the west coast.I had been on a holiday on the east coast and met who I thought was a divorcee on the first day of my holiday and for six days I had been shafting her at least three times a day. It wasn't until. He was a happy dick, a happy dick for sure…a bold and brash dick, for the most part, and he had every reason to be; Watching Mom form her words with those beautiful lips, lips that had just been sliding over my dick, had ceased him as firmly as her hand had just a short time ago. I wasn’t even aware that my thumb continued to poke at my dick through my pocket. “You OK Honey?” Mom asked a bit suspiciously. I heard her…I wanted to answer…Knew I should…But the words weren’t there. I just stood. That pretty much set the pattern for the next eight years. Night gowns, no lights and nothing but plain sex. I could not even get her to try a position other than the missionary.At first, Laurie took to sex like a duck to water. Two or three times a night and three or four nights a week. I never "just" accepted her attitude and I constantly worked on her to loosen up. I urged her to try different positions and do different things. I worked and worked on her to let me go down on her at least. I said. “Okay. Come over to the library and we’ll have a look.”Me, I was tempted to sign her for what was wrapped up in that beautiful dress—but business is business. And also I couldn’t take any more disappointments.She said shakily, “You don’t soften up very easily, do you?” We started across the D block towards the school library. The night was coming down cool and fresh. Off to the left, the slim white spires of KICC, Anniversary Tower and Times Tower were beginning to show a rainbow splash.