..' The poppers had me so high and Harry's dick was so deep in my butt I could barely catch my breath. Harry twisted me about till I was now on my ba...k with my feet over Harry's shoulders, I could look up into Harry's eyes as he pummeled my butt into submission to his will. I focused on my toes as I watched them involuntarily open and clinch shut according to what Harry was doing with his massive pole of a fuck tool. Harry's dick and my butt was making all types of obscene sounds as Harry. ’ He raised his head and smiled at me. For the first time in my life I felt a kinship with the man across the desk from me. How could it be that one part of my life was finally improving while the rest had fallen apart? ‘Why don’t I take you home? You look like you could use a nap.’ Dad nodded and came slowly to feet. A flicker of fear crossed his weathered face. ‘Don’t really wanna be there alone though,’ he admitted to me. ‘Too easy to get in trouble.’ ‘I’ll get rid of all the ‘trouble’ in. “And how are your avenues after all this time?” Grace asked with a sickly smile. “Still lined with leafy trees or has autumn set in?”“Oh, Philip's been doing a bit of sprucing up,” Edna said. “He's very handy with the metaphorical equipment.”“I bet he is,” Grace said, a flicker of lust wakening her eyes as she remembered the maintenance I had done with her. “Why bother with the shears when you can chew the leaves, eh Philip?”“Bizarre,” my mother said dismissively, accustomed to Grace's. ‘I’ll still be here.’ Inside the house, it was cooler and darker. I waited for my eyes to adjust after being in the bright sunlight and then made my way to the bedroom. Climbing the stairs I felt my phone vibrating. I had a message. In the bedroom, I removed the phone from my pocket and looked at the screen. I was surprised to see: 1 message from Gaynor Reid. The time was 1:27, barely three hours since we’d spoken on the phone. I opened the message: Hi Richard, promised I wouldn’t keep you.