What a sight Emily made washing up stark naked with yellow marigold gloves on. We were fairly steaming along when she suddenly dropped the bombshell. ...��How long have you been fucking Mummy?” she asked. “What? I said, almost dropping the plate I was drying. “How long have you been fucking Mummy?” “I haven’t been fucking Mummy as you put it, and what kind of language is that for a girl of your age?” “I think you are fibbing” I said “Fibbing?” I was at a loss. “Yes fibbing, you know lying, like not. — Crying shame I can't carry a tune in a bucket. And read music? Yeah like Sanskrit.Home now, alone, the soon to be former wife is visiting sisters in Dallas, 650 miles away, the children and their children are all at their homes. The fourth child, our youngest son is probably between the legs of the latest in the parade of nubile vixens in the line to warm his bed. He said something the other day about double dating and I asked who the other guy was. He gave me a look of disgust and explained. I want to see them." Okay, but,,," Just to your knees, Tommy."Girl tugged his briefs, bent forward and left them at his knees, clearing the shot."Good grief." Tommy was hung. It wasn't a monstrous size, no, but, he had me beat of that there was no doubt. His bag was distended and very large. Had me beat there as well, by a lot.Then Girl shifted, hopped up and went into a deep knee bend and I lost most of my view.It was much too late to request I be released from custody. Even if I got the. The revelers had sought their own homes hours earlier, Martin’s bistro was closed and the morning was well started by the time they got through the door. They had kissed most of the way to her hotel and by unspoken agreement she had packed her bags and checked out of the hotel in what seemed like one smooth motion. After all, why pay for a hotel room when it looked like she was going to spend the rest of her time in his bed. If for some reason it did not work out, which she had no doubts of,.