Of course, the signs were there – I just hadn’t been looking for them. Anyway, I started to have the occasional wank with Doreen as the object of ...y fantasy. Early in the new year, I had to write a report for work. It was quite complex and I found I couldn’t concentrate on it at the office or at home. So I set up a temporary office in Doreen’s spare bedroom. There was much less distraction and the report writing went well. Doreen would bring me regular cups of tea and we’d chat a bit. One. ”“Fuck, yes!” I snarled, the ache building. “Fist my cock faster, Maria. You want that cum! You and Mom... You're both my whores!”“We are!” she whimpered, her eyes glassy, like Mom's.“Cum on us!” Mom moaned, her voice so throaty. “Just explode on us.”My balls twitched. My cock throbbed. Cum fired out of my dick.My orgasm exploded out of me. Pleasure surged through me. My jizz splattered across their faces. They splashed across their faces. The cum spilled over their faces. Pearly spunk pained. Tab maine use mere saraye ke niyamon ke bare me bataya ki me raat 8:30 baje ke bad hi saraye me entry kar sakta hun aur subah 8:30 baje tak hi saraye me ruk sakta hun isliye muze daftar jaldi aana padata hai aur der tak rukana padata hai aur khana bhi muze bazaar se khana padata hai yahan par dang ka koi hotel nahin hai jab me ruk sakun khana kha saku kher kuchh hi maino ki baat hai sahan karlunga tab wo boli sahab aap bura na mane to jab to aap yahan ho, kya aap hamare garib khane me ruk sak. He didn’t like me. His Name was Carlos, we’d had words before, he and I. Nothing big, but we didn’t get along. I think he considered me a pansy; I wasn’t, but after the gang rape thing, that’s how he saw me; well, that’s what I thought whether true or not. But anyway, he waved to me. Well, so what.I felt numb. Not good, not bad, just numb. More than six years gone, almost seven, time lost forever, but my baby was safe. I started walking. I heard the gate slam behind me, but I didn’t turn to see.