..”We cut to a shot of the doorway to the rear of the store just in time to see a middle-aged Pakistani woman, anything but sexy. Plain faced, poor ...osture, black hair tied back. Its hard to judge from her saree, but she doesn’t look overly fat. She sees Charley, then looks down and sees Thor, and her expression brightens – more from surprise than excitement. “Oh hallo, Charley...” Her smile becomes broader, revealing an imperfectly aligned set of slightly off-colour teeth (none missing).We cut. As an older mother, although this baby was not her first, they wanted to make sure both of them were fine. Happily, they were, and Cathy eventually came home holding the baby we'd made together, my first child, a boy we decided to call Gavin. His last name would be Somersby, as Devon was going down on the birth certificate as the boy's father. Not exactly born in wedlock, but neither were thousands of other babies, and Cathy and I would soon be married.Devon carried on teaching, though by now,. I have a loving wife of ten years, three kids; two are mine, one I love as mine. I have a nice home and vehicle, and a good paying job. My wife has a good job, and is a good mother to the children. Life has treated me pretty well so far. I only live about ten minutes from the bowling lanes.As I turn on our street, Bob starts to sing the song Ivory."Ivory"You were born with a face that would let you get your wayYeah you had everything you wanted child, that is until the dayyou know you're much. I patted it; it was pushed out invitingly for me to caress and I felt her resolve weaken as I squeezed her buttocks. "What's happened?"My eyes glanced to another set of tables; one woman had ensnared three men; each slightly overweight and the wrong side of thirty, but she was enjoying the yells of degradation aimed at her by them; shrieking into a dick rammed down her throat, she squealed with every thrust of a cock into her pussy. Her fingers danced over her clit as she orgasmed, her.