“It’s a fake ass! Custom mounted to a walker!” my Dad exclaimed, proud of its design.“I got a fake ass from the porn shop it’s just the hips...portion of a woman, see just the ass, asshole, and pussy. I mounted it to the middle of a walker so you can stand up hold the handles and shove your dick into one of the holes.” he continued.“Wow!” I heard myself saying.“What you do is put the walker over the toilet or a garbage can. The back of the fake ass opens up and the very tip of your cock sticks. He asked me. "Does that feel good?" I told him "Yeah, Brian it does."He started to pull down my pants and boxers and was staring at my pulsing cock.He told me that if we were going to do it. We had to do it now.I was skeptical but I also felt pressured at the same feeling conscious about his sister coming downstairs. But in the end I caved in and told him yes.He replied happily and starting stroking my cock softy with his hands and he asked me if i would do so also. We were stroking each others. He then would fly to London to study there for one semester. My husband didn't want him to fly alone so I was - as his "mother" or better stepmom selected to spend the 6 months with him there.As he was in boarding school, we did not have much contact and that one week before our flight he would live with us to do arrangements, shopping etc.The Pakistani society and the traditions are very strict, basically you wear a veil and or cover up your body in front of everyone except of your Husband. In. *****"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, still nothing working. What am I supposed to do? If I was going to get out of this time loop, I almost ran out of options, except following the activity lists Julie said I better do. So I followed it down to the letter, attended several of the social parties and fund raisers that afternoon and evening, meeting with mostly middle age and old folks mostly haven't got.