Perhaps I saw you earlier, talking to my mother? I was going to see Camilla then. Camilla Valerius, she’s already mine, I keep telling Faendal that....��“Then perhaps you should know that Faendal wants a letter delivered to Camilla, with it written like it were from you.” I show him the letter.“How clumsy of him, as if I would ever sound like that. Here, let’s play a bit of turnabout on Faendal.” He took a parchment and scribbled some things down. “I had to use simple words, but this letter should. .A few months after our divorce went through, I had moved to the city and was living in a small, two-bedroomed flat that I was renting. It was okay I suppose, just nowhere near as comfortable as our old house had been. My affair with my ex mother-in-law had continued unabated as we took advantage of the opportunities for her to go to the city 'shopping' and instead spend the afternoon and evening fucking me to a standstill.I know some of you will think of me as a hypocrite as I continued to. "Sure. Just don't go buying Ferraris or anything." She laughs, a beautiful sound. "Don't worry." A half hour later she's gone, leaving with a quick kiss and a "be back soon". Something about her smile... she's thinking about something. I shrug, assuming that she's just being playful, and go back to tinkering with my computer. A never ending struggle to get the graphics card to behave. It's almost an hour later when she comes home, several shopping bags in hand. Odd. Looks like mall bags, double. She was one hot red-haired BBW with a bunch of ink. Long red hair in pig tails, great big tits and an ass to match. By the end of her first song she was completely naked except for some sexy black 8" heals. Nobody was tipping that day except for me, so I jumped at the chance for a closer look. I settled in at the stage and watched her spin on the pole; this bitch was getting me hot and hard. When she climbed off the pole at the end of her second song she crawled across the floor to me and said.