I hate it, but it's best if she doesn't have me there to constantly remind her of how she ruined her life and how she has to keep on doing it for my s...ke. Maybe she can go back to being herself again." I think you are one very smart young lady, Sam. You are perfectly welcome to live here with me, if you like. I know I'd like that very much. And you are old enough to make that decision for yourself." I'd like that very much too — Mom, Auntie, Bambi, Dearest Love, and Mistress of Pain." Maybe we. Yes - I think so" and then she started crying and calling out for 'Dad'.I felt a huge sense of relief for a moment, at least they were alive and seemed to be okay!Jerry joined in the call for me, telling me that he seemed to be stuck beneath something and I tried to turn around and answer but found that I couldn't move or say anything. My voice didn't seem to want to respond to my thoughts and I started to take a little more notice of my own predicament!I could feel an intense pain coming from. In the meantime the other old fellow started getting undressed and within a minute was stark naked. He was fat and hairy. His lund was limp but was big and round as my mother’s wrist. Now he joined the other fellow on my mother. He came and sat behind her and was rubbing her thighs and waist over her salwar. The other fellow got naked too. By now my mothers resistance was subsiding. The other fellow was tall and slightly plump with a placid lund.Bth of them were tonguing my mom in turns and. It was a ‘hello’ kiss, thanking you for being sweet, not a ‘okay, you can kiss me anytime and maybe more’ type of kiss. The drinks were fun. I acted like I didn’t know what to order, just to see what you would get me. I hadn’t had the thing we had, but it was good. Not too sweet, not too sour. You were funny to talk to, complimenting me on my scarf and then making me laugh about something that had happened at work. You didn’t try to get me to drink too much, but you did offer to buy me dinner..