First one arm and then the other emerged from the mud and he was able to sit up. Standing was even more difficult, but by maintaining his slow movemen...s he was eventually able to get up on his feet. The heavy rain was making things worse, as more of the soil turned to mud beneath him. He knew it was a race against time, a race that he could only run at a snail's pace or he would be swallowed up!The mud reached up to above his knees and Adam had a difficult job to move forward at all. There was. His mother said, “it must have been a one off son, you can go back to normal now.”That night he went to bed earlier than his mum and Gran. He was relieved as he was becoming overtired.Later he became aware that his Gran had got in to bed with him again.“Hello Joe, time for cuddles.” She d****d an arm over his chest.He was so tired that he just ignored her and dropped off to sleep.He awoke, he felt a hand working it’s way into his underpants. Even though he though he knew it was his Gran, he. "Aakil..." A jolt of pleasure whipped through her."Kurlack!" He released them only to pull on them harder.She drew a ragged breath as pleasure exploded in her womb."Say it!" He squeezed harder."What?" Turning her in his arms, he erotically nipped at her lower lip."Who am I, Samantha? Who do you see when I make love to you?" He rolled her under him."You're..." She tried to concentrate on his words but became distracted as he lifted her legs over his wide shoulders. She could feel the broad head. Days when I cringed at my clueless presumption when I asked for her name.Days of sitting in front of the screen and the keyboard, pressing Refresh in the hope of her answer, then pacing the room, then pushing Refresh again. And nights of waking in the darkness, to light the room with the glow of the phone as I pressed Refresh there too.When at last the computer chimed, it was late in an evening, when I had just stepped from the shower, fresh from a run where I had tried and failed to clear my.