“I forgive you,” he said. Another sensation of guilt came through him. And I’m sorry for what I did to you. “How about this - you want to go o...t sometime?”Alice opened her mouth, then froze. The sound of a car door slam filled their ears. “Oh, shit! Karen and Rain!”The two of them scrambled to their feet, rushing to the kitchen. Ryan zipped up his pants - or tried to. The zipper was broken. Instead he buttoned up the top, and hoped that nobody would notice the damage.They sat in their chairs,. "That is so generous of you." He laughed. "However, I never said I wouldrelease you to your parents." We'd reached the end of the hall and stoodin front of a room about the size of my bedroom. Before I could ask himwhat he meant, he motioned me in with a sweep of his arm. "Inside please.I'll need you to take a seat in that white chair,"The chair, fitted with extra long legs and a hinged tray tilted towardthe ceiling reminded me of a child's highchair. I mounted the step andhoisted myself up.. He sort of knew what was going on, but I doubt he cared. He also still thought it was Nancy with Georgette.After five or ten minutes, Brad warned, “I’m really near. Georgie, do you want me to cum inside you.”Beth just hummed her response, “Ummmm mhhhuuuuhh.”Brad’s next words, thirty seconds later, were, “Well here it comes, babe.” His back arched and I could tell he was firing rockets of cum in our mom’s sweet sexual core.As his spasms died down, Nancy rolled to her side. Rosalin and I watched. Mr. Simon had left the shop to set up another one but selling more popular and modern books. The other owner was away because of his wife's illness.Dear Mr. Thomas was in his seventies now but he was at the shop most days. We had always been close I looked upon him as a father figure. I was almost running the place now. I was kind to him, very kind in fact?One day when I took his afternoon tea into him he slipped me a piece of paper, I could not believe what he had written. In his very best.