After some more talk, James leaves. I went to Rachel’s room to sleep with her. She’s wearing her bra and panty. Her face is really sad. Something ...s wrong.Me: Having a bad day?Rachel: Yes.Me: Do you want to talk about it?Rachel: No, not really, sorry.I guess sleeping together is out of the question tonight. Let’s not push her.Me: If you need a hug, you know where to find me.Rachel: Thank you, that’s sweet! I hope I feel better tomorrow. Everything is so complicated right now.Me: I hope you get. I scrubbed and scrubbed to get it off in bathroom, but it was like I had gotten that first tattoo of the evening, it was not budging. Tilia and I danced for what felt like hours, laughing and having a good time. She helped attract some men over to us and just to be close to her, some of them even danced with me. I could tell they were really standing around for her, but I took advantage of them dancing with me anyways. I took note of the way Talia danced, holding her body closely to whatever. I leaned over and kissed his cock and took him in my mouth tasting myself on his cock. I looked up at my son and said your mother loves you like no other, you’re my whole world Richard. I took his soft cock back in my mouth and bathed it with my tongue. Softly sucking and nipping at the head of it. Richard said mom, you know I didn’t mean any of those words I said to you, I paused and said sure you did my love and in that moment it’s fine. Just remember k**do who wears the pants in this. Before her, at the level of her groin, I see a man's face--or,rather, his nose and mouth, the lips of which are parted--and think thathe must be on his knees, poised to receive the streamers of her gushingsex.Henry indicate another "masterpiece," as he calls it:My view is restricted to her left hand--or rather the fingers of it andhalf its back--to her cock and balls, and to the uppermost portions ofher thighs. My immediate impressions are of sleekness and pink--thetexture and color of her.