Christina judged from his wife’s moans that the Blue X had taken effect. ‘Watch this…’ She said teasingly to the mayor, and began to lick out ...is wife’s now dripping pussy. ‘Let her go!’ He yelled. ‘I’m sorry dear…’ panted his wife. ‘I can’t help it…John, this is just too good.’ Christina kept licking and sucking on the mayor’s wife’s clitoris, and soon she was groaning and grinding her hips into Christina’s face. ‘Fight it, Beatrice!’ Yelled the Mayor, ‘If you climax you’ll be her slave!’. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep."LISA, TELEPHONE," my mother yelled again.It wasn't going to work. She wasn't going to let up. Sleepily, I crawled out of bed, threw on a robe, and stumbled down the stairs. "I think its THAT boy," my mother said extending the telephone in my direction. I stifled a yawn as I wondered who "that boy" was and took the phone from her."Hello," I said sleepily.The voice at the other end of the phone was hesitant. "Hello Lisa, its Ken."I came awake a little.. It’s probably how her dad takes it. I hate it when she compares me to him. Though to be fair, I’m far closer in age to him than I am to her. I drink it anyway. Scanning her messy bedsit, I slowly piece together the events that brought me here. The two hour drive up this afternoon, meeting up with her and her friends in the Union Bar. Just seeing them together made me feel old and question what the hell I was doing there. Then she brought me back here. I can see the door we fell through,. Upon discovering the source of her troubled nature we discussed the matter among us and afforded walks the chance of obtaining her own child. Joy and serenity soon ruled our home once again.Before the snows began to melt the results of our dalliances bore fruit. Both of my lovely brides missed their times, thus we presumed them with child. With tender festivities we celebrated our new status. Together we wrote missives to our English and Scottish families announcing our nuptials and fertile.