‘Walking away quietly was not something I want to do. I want her to face the results of her actions. Cathy goes through life with the attitude that ...hings just do not apply to her. I want to have the world see who she is and what she had done. Her pattern has always been to say she is sorry and say that she really loves me, and cry a river full of tears. I am not going to accept it or allow it.’ ‘What if Cathy got pregnant by Corey? Isn’t that what happens when people fuck? Since Cathy and I. Puzzled I did as she said and I got even more puzzled as she just stood against the wall smiling at me."What're you up to mum?" and then I saw it, the little trickle running down the inside of both her thighs!"Oh my God mum!" I gasped, "Christ, you're doing it!"She giggled and raised her dress letting me see the warm, golden urine gushing through her tight little panties and splashing on the tiles between her feet."God I love this" she said softly, "It makes me so fucking horny!" What do you. Her voice was low but intense enough for us to hear. “Amongst other things, it means you cannot scare me. I had Elfriede Muller and the rest of the SS scum at Ravensbrück at me for five years and you think you can scare me?” Her voice was contemptuous. “You are a mere bag of wind. Go home.”“John. John.” My mother had arrived behind my father, panting for breath. “Please stop this and come home.” Her voice cracked. “Please John, come home. You’re making a spectacle of yourself. We can deal with. But you have other ideas, you take my hand and help me stand up again. You ask me lay down in the center of the bed, I do with my knees bent and my legs slightly open. Your hands touch my knees and spread my legs wide as they slide down my thighs. My pussy is so wet. I look up and ask you if you will please fuck me hard. I want to feel you pounding into me until I cum all over your cock. Your fingers slide over my pussy and rub my clit, which feels makes me squirm. You replace your fingers.