The white-haired woman, probably in her late fifties or early sixties, was holding a smoking cigarette in one hand while the other was fondling my mot...ers bare flesh below the hem of her skirt.My teenage inquisitive nature was being suppressed by anger. Had my father left us because mother was a lesbian? Had that story about re-finding his 'spark' just made up to hide the truth from their confused teenage daughter? Parents did that sort of shit!As I watched through that keyhole I saw the. Without making eye contact, Maid Becky knelt on the cushion beside me and lay down across my lap. This morning, when I got out of bed in a hurry, I’d put on sweatpants, but no briefs. So my unconfined cock had plenty of room to grow, and it did. There was no hiding it. The way Becky squirmed against it, I knew she knew. ‘I am ready, Monsieur.’ I’d never spanked a woman for any reason. I’d hit women before, but it was sparring during self-defense practice. Myformer partner, Samantha, liked it. In the world that *We* the True Believers have foreseen, the conspiracy theorists & fundamentalists will be vindicated beyond their wildest dreams & it will be like this hollow fiction we inhabit now never existed. The end of time will arrive at last. Have *you* heard the good news brother? Trying not to sleepwalk, I’m confronted presently with my own splintering perception as the virus enters terminal stage, vaulting me from one universe to the next without the faintest hope of slowing,. Oh, die Banane dringt tiefer ein als bisher, der Besuch bekommt aber davon nichts mit. Frank, muss mich jetzt dem Besucher zuwenden. Melde mich gleich wider.15 Minuten Später:War unser Buchhalter und braucht unterlagen aus dem Büro vom Chef. War eine Heise Nummer, die Banane im Schritt, Elegant vom Stuhl aufstehen und in das Büro vom Chef Tänzeln, Was die Sache nicht erleichtert sind die hohen Absätze meiner Schuhe, dabei aufpassen das die Banane sich nicht selbständig macht und Unkontrolliert.