" Oh shit!"Moira giggled. "That's what I said."David laughed too. "You've got a lavatorial mind," he scolded."Yessir!" So are you going to organise ca...e for her?" Yes. Daniel's coming up when Dad gets out of hospital and we'll organise it then." OK, my love. Are you coming home until your father comes out of hospital?" No, my sweet, much as I'd love to but I've got to visit them both regularly and often, particularly Mum being in a strange place." Understood. I'll fly up on Friday evening and. .r-lover', and that Mike should be ashamed of allowing me to be that way. It would have been easy to get angry at her, but instead, I just burst out laughing, and I said, in reply: "Yeah? Well, maybe I AM!" After that, we never spoke to one another again. Which was fine by me.But I want to go back and mention the husbands. They typically are pretty much ignored, but I was always fascinated to know more about these married guys, and especially why they were so cooperative in letting their wives. I saw her crying and worried many times starting that day, but she never told me anything.Days passed. A day came when my grandfather went to the village with my parents. My mama’s daughters also went with him. Now we were only two people at home. Just me and mami.That day I decided to ask her to tell me the truth, what’s the problem? Why is she always sad and crying. It was almost 9 pm when I went to her room. She sat in the bed and talked to my uncle on the phone. As I entered her room, she. " It didn't take long for my recently satisfied prick to swell back up to full stiffness. "See what a sexy bottom you have," I told her, "it can even raise the dead." "You've been pulling yourself again, haven't you?" she asked suspiciously. "I haven't touched it," I swore. "Maybe you would like an even closer look," she teased, at last convinced that her bare bottom was indeed "the stuff that (wet) dreams are made on". "Yes, please," I begged. "You really are a flatterer," she addressed my.