" Consuela?" Mmm-hmm." I need permission from my better half."When I asked Helena, she sighed. "You're making it difficult remaining monogamous." I'm ...orry. You know how..."Her face lit up in a mischievous grin. "Just teasing you, Joe. Have fun with them. I'm glad about Consuela, and I'm sure you are too." She giggled when I refused to agree."Can I come too?" asked Zhenzhen.I saw Eva actually pout. Looking at her, I said, "Only if you let us use your bed, Zhenzhen, and we end the night cuddling. M. Tart, Fellow of the school of skiversIt was a Wednesday, James, Albion, Martin, Tart, (one of the Yorkshire branch of the Tart family,) known to every silly bugger as ‘Jammy’, hated Wednesdays, well it was neither fish nor fowl, it was a long way from the coming weekend and a drag from the last and Jammy lived for weekends. The rest of the weekdays was a drag for him, and Wednesdays were the worse. He was waiting for the post, out of work he had tried (at least he had gone through the. She was fast asleep. The bed was squeaking. The man looked at me and smiled. I went into the kitchen and made tea. I brought two cups into the room, one for mom and one for me.“Mom”, I said, clapping on her shoulder. “Aastha. Good morning beti”, said mom, half awake.She tried to sit up but then realised that she had a cock in her pussy. She asked the take her on his lap. Mom sat as if she was sitting on a toilet seat. I handed her the cup and sat on the bed, facing her.“Mom, why don’t you come. Oh God, help me.As she looked around through Sarahs eyes I saw myself. Standing at the bar with Mike, Paul and good old Malcolm, I was laughing as I chatted to my mates. How I wanted to be really there with them. I wondered who was in my body, who was controlling my being.The old man... He was there! He stood near my old body. They were alone together, they started to talk but I could see that their lips never moved. I could hear them, I could hear their thoughts as if they were speaking right.