Thats part one, I will continue the story from time to time. Everything sexual in this story happens to people over the age of 18.I guess it all start...d whit my mom being a gold digger. One of those women who have a pretty face and a nice body and try to make a living out of it. After a few years of being an escort, getting to know people, sucking the right dicks, getting bend over the right tables she eventually met some rich dude who decided to marry her. Not only was he rich, he was also. The perverse thrill of feeding her my cock in her frozen state... It all blurred together, making me feel sick and horny all at once.So in the end we went home, calling it a night and never making it to the hotel room that I had booked. Linda’s concern at my apparent ill health made me feel worse still, compounded when Kara worriedly asked if I was alright when we arrived home unexpectedly early. If they knew what I had done to them both, how I had given in to temptation, they wouldn’t be. When they got to the rink, and Warren had changed into his practice clothes and skates, and was warming up on the ice, Alexa stood by the boards."Warren?" Hm?" Why do you still come and practice, twice a week, by yourself?" It's good exercise. The ice time is paid for." Would you ever skate with anyone else?" No." So, you're still hoping, aren't you?" I suppose. This is her ice time, too. I guess I always hope she'll show up. Meantime, it is good exercise. And I like to skate, as long as it's. In the distance, in a small grove, I saw a building (or the remains of it) and decided to park and explore. It was some quarter mile off the road but I found a field road and set off. My heels were not the appropriate hiking attire and I slipped them off and began walking barefoot. The warm earth felt soft and forgiving as I strode down the path towards the creek. When I reached the building, I saw it was an old mill. The low dam that had once fed it was crumbling, as was the mill itself, but.