There has never been anyintimate contact between any of us, although John and Ihad often remarked about swapping, but we knew theladies were not up fo... it.Anyway, the outward journey passed fairly uneventfully,after we boarded, we had something to eat, and thenretired to our cabins. John and I both got undressed andinto bed, while Emma was cleansing her face etc. We thenhad the pleasure of watching her undress, although asshe had forgotten to bring a night-dress, she decidedslept in her lacy,. " You do know that when you hold my hand in sympathy before the conversation even starts, it sets a certain ... dismal tone to the whole thing, right?" Sorry. You're right, you're not going to like this one." Just go on, then, and ask whatever it is that's going to make me pull out my hair and gnash my teeth." I..." I hesitated. Alistair took my other hand in silent support, and I sent him a small smile of thanks. "Do you have any idea where Nathaniel Howe is, in the Free Marches?"I'd never. They weren’t talking or laughing. I remember catching my breath as I realized what I was hearing. My mom was moaning, breathless. I knew what I was hearing but couldn’t believe it. I reached the bottom of the steps and turned down the hallway to the kitchen. I was barefooted and wearing just a long tee shirt, so I’m sure I made hardly a sound as I traipsed into the kitchen. My eyes immediately found the door to the basement. The light was on downstairs and the door was slightly ajar. I crept. I had his cock wedged in my throat when I reached between his legs to feel his balls. They were large and heavy. I suspected there was a lot of cum in them. I moved my fingers up and started to feel around his asshole.His cock seemed to be pulsating in my mouth and he was lifting his hips off the bed to stick his cock deeper into my mouth. On one of those thrusts I reached underneath him with my wet finger and found his asshole. My finger slid in easily. He groaned and shot a large load of cum.