I rang her from a call box outside the NAAFI canteen. We both apologised, although I thought I had far less to apologise for than she did, but I could...see that if I had given her a number to contact me much distress would have been avoided. That being said, Miriam could have asked directory inquiries for the number of the High Commission in Nairobi, but I forbore to tell her that. Any way we arranged that I should call in at Plaistow on my way back to Catterick at the end of the parachute. “Is that the best you can do you pathetic little bastard?”Paul now looked at his mother who was looking back at him defiantly.His cock was now hard once more.She was still kneeling on the floor wiping his cum from her face.Paul jumped on her and pushed her on to her back at the same time he parted her legs in the struggle that followed he completely ripped off her clothes bra and underwear.Within a few more minutes Paul had his mother moaning with pleasure as he started to brutally thrust his. That way he didn’t have to say yes or no, he didn’t have to commit or promise anything but it would be enough to shut Harry up. It was a technique which he had used many times before and it usually worked.“Anyway, is there anywhere else you want to go after we’re done here or are we done shopping after this?” Adam asked.“Uh, I think we’re pretty much done aren’t we? Besides, it’s a Sunday so everything will be closing soon. What are we going to eat tonight? Have we bought anything for. She saw the reflection of the numbers in those eyes.“Shhh…don’t say a word. Don’t be afraid.”She didn’t recognize the voice. But in a way she did. It had been too many years, and their chats had only been online this past week. But somehow she knew that voice must be his.Yet it couldn’t be. Not thousands of miles away. How could she be hearing his voice? Or seeing his eyes?“Shhh…Please don’t say anything. Don’t be afraid. It’s alright now.”She was silent. She remembered his words. About having.