’Sara stood and looked at the wall. She walked to the dresser and sat for a moment and looked at her mother in the mirror. She was beautiful and sha...ely and sexy. This was the first time Sara had seen her mother as a woman.‘Mom, I’m going to have a shower and we can talk more after, OK.’ Sara said and began to undress.‘Do you want me to so you can get undressed sweetie?’ Karen asked.‘No, you can stay. You’ve seen it all before, right. Anyway, I’ll be right out.’Karen sat and thought about. ’ A cloud of beer breath enveloped me and I looked up to see a typical Friday night lager jockey. Six pints in, tie askew, sweaty, aging skin loose and jowly. Washed up on my table, spun into me by a social eddy, pushed loose from his office friends by a strange current in the busiest pub in London. He looked down at me, searching for comprehension in my eyes. ‘And then they get the wrong answers,’ he continued, his logical emphatic. There seemed to be nothing to say but he was determined, his. There was something so sexy about having a boyfriend who loved to fuck her with a fake cock and enjoy it as much as she did. “Fuck, this is big,” she thought, as she mused over the fact this was her 4th dildo. She smiled at the thought that she still sometimes kids herself that she’s not the sort of person to ‘own sex toys’, but she was beginning to have quite a collection. She joked to Jake about what the next one would be called, there was something so erotic about mentioning their favourite. ...)I simply didn't see it. If I had I wouldn't be in this predicament. Thecar I was driving was a classic Lotus from the late 1970's no air-bags,made of fibreglass and most importantly rear engined, so when I had theaccident there was nothing in front to protect me apart from a brittlebody-shell.As I came around the blind bend I saw that a lorry had spun on someblack ice and had hit the kerb, its load of scaffolding poles werehanging off the back of it, I hit it at 80 mph and blacked.