”.Mom spun me around and asked me what I just said. “Nothing!” I said. But she kept nagging at me, so I said, "Just one time I wish I could fo...get you were my mom so I could knock you out!" Wow, I thought to myself for a second. Where did that come from? I didn't mean I would really knock her out, but I had one nerve left, and she was getting on it. Mom smile and started to laugh. She said, “Watch yourself! I can beat your butt any day, just like the little boy I use to discipline. So you. He wiped his hands on his apron as he straitened back up."You know, I think you could use a drink. Come on, one beer on thehouse." "What?" Bill asked, surprised."A beer." "Huh? No fooling?" "Oh not right now, come on in," the man gestured as he crossed to an oldwooden door. Bill blinked. The man was holding a door open to what was obviously abar. A large etched glass window in front read: Conrad's. Bill could havesworn that the place wasn't there before..."Coming?" the man said.Bill shook his. Memories of my experiences on the Golden Dove and the faces of those whom I set out from London on such a grand adventure are obscured by thick fog these days. Even my life before that, growing up in France, once so indelibly stamped in my mind, has faded. I can recall little details, much like dredging up tales from a story book read as a child, one that I remember being fond of, but the tale itself had dimmed to a twilight memory. Daily, recollections of another time continue to fade as do,. I was lucky, dad forgot to close the door so I had a quite good view to them.Mum was sitting on the edge of the bed with dads cock in her mouth. Dad was standing at her and moving her head up and down when sometimes he grabbed her tits or gave her a little slap.Mom laid on her bed and spread her legs. God she has so lovely tight pussy. Not all shaved, just left there a little bush upon her clit.Dad didn't hesitate and slide his cock into mom fast and rough.¨Uuuugh! Slowly you bull. You are too.