“Some recoveries are messier than others,” I said and pulled off my shirt. I pointed to the scar on my chest. “Relatively clean recovery,” I s...id. Then I pointed to my abdominal wound. “Pretty messy recovery,” I compared and then moved to my shoulder. “Long, difficult recovery with a chance that it won’t be the same as it was before.” I paused and put my shirt back on. “The same is true for emotional wounds. Some of them you recover from cleanly. My mother freaking out at me and hitting me. For the sake of my kids I had to sort this out!The next day when Penny & Tim set off for school I thought to myself ‘you must sort it’. So that was me all fired up to sort out the bully’s parents.I found the house easily enough, you couldn’t miss it really. The one with the overgrown garden, the car wrecks in the garden, satellite dishes etc.I went to the front door & knocked. No answer, I knocked again. This time I heard ?who the fuck is that? shouted a female voice from behind the door ?there. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and moved my lips around its head. With my tongue cupped around it, I sucked as it slid into my mouth. He only allowed me a few minutes, before I felt his hands on my arms pulling me up to my feet. We kissed again as I felt my panties being pushed down. He pressed against me so I would sit on his bed. I sat down and he pulled my panties from my feet. For the first time in our long relationship, we were naked together. I raised my foot up and pressed my heel. I had often looked at Beryl and wondered what she would be like, she was quite tall 5’ 10”, a nice womanly figure not hourglass but everything was exactly where it should be, and set off by a wonderful pair of 38C breasts, which I had gazed at many times, just wondering what they would be like. Mom and Beryl often went on holiday together and a few years ago, bought an apartment in Bournemouth. Mom asked if I could pop down and do a few little jobs, well it was July and I had some time owed at.