So, like the title says, way back at the top of these long stories, I learned a lot from my son, Marc, and his friends Dan, Pat and Kevin. After all,...I had experienced, sex with three and sometimes more people, cocks and pussy and likely more stuff that in d***ken stupors I have forgotten, you would think I and my wonderful wife would have learned enough to be ‘on-top-of’ any situation our son would encounter and, directly or indirectly ask for our help or advice. Well, we sent our young man. Hollys – hers – Hollys hers – Hollys – hers…. Holly licked her lips seeing the dildo enter Batwoman, then groaned out loudly as the dildo pressed into her pussy moving the melting ice cubes in her which made her scream in pleasure, then her pussy sucked and smerped the dildo on its out of her wanting cunt. She loved it every time the process repeated tugging the cuffs, and squirming with delight with a look of pure orgasmic bliss on her face. Batwoman looked into Catwomans masked face for but a. She stood and said "I knew you were back". I looked at her and she looked familiar. She giggled and said "you don't remember me, two years ago I got lost and you helped me home".I just nodded yes and she said "last year I came up here one time to thank you but didn't know if you heard but I couldn't come back because my mom found out and grounded me". I think it was the first time that I laughed in many years. She said "oh you think it is funny that I come up here to thank you and get in. ’ The line went dead, and he felt ill. Not here, not at his home, not tonight, not ever. But what did she want? He felt so inadequate. *********************************** Maria Benevides-Carpenter was sitting in her office outside Tel Aviv, spooning blue stuff from a small plastic container of yoghurt that sat on top of a growing pile of paperwork. She was reading over an intel report from agents in northern Europe concerning the movement of Iranian agents all around the Baltic, and the more.