Still, he thought, philosphically, it was hardly his problem.Eventually the locomotive coughed its way around the last curve of its 300 mile journey, ...nd sighed with apparent relief as it slid to a halt in the ramshackle station in Brazzaville.It was the letter, card and photograph in Ilsa's handbag that had brought them here.The photograph of Rick and Ilsa beside the Eiffel Tower had confirmed Freddie's suspicion that Ilsa was the woman that Rick had met in Paris. The card from Rick's Cafe. I told her that I have nothing to do and would just sleep away. She asked me if it would be ok for me to come and spend my weekend with her as her son was missing a male company.For me it was great as I used to waste my weekends anyway and I love kids. So on a Saturday I reached her home. Her house was a very nice place. Her son, who was just 3 years old, was initially very shy with me but as I have ways with kids, he was all over me in just no time! We played basketball andFrisbee and he was. I introduced Carly to him and she went up to check her emails.Then Mum landed me right in it, she suggested that Dad take me and Carly back to her house. At least she didn't mention the awards evening or else my dad would have wanted to go. Its not like I don't like him, its just he's not taking his marriage falling apart too well, so somewhere like my school, which is traditionally Mum's territory is not somewhere where I'd like him to be. I suppose a trip in his car was getting off. At one point a highlight for us all was when both Richard and I fucked my wife together; trying at first to get both cocks into her pussy at the same time; then later, with a cock in her pussy and mouth, and even later in her arse and pussy, which she had always dreamed of.I lost track of how many times my wife came, and eventually sleep and alcohol overcame all of us. During the night I became aware of Richard and my wife fucking again, standing up by the window, with the moonlight shining on.