By the time dad was ready to leave mom was already up in her room. I watched as dad’s car pulled down the drive, then I heard mom calling me. “Wil... you come up to my room please?”As I made my way up the stairs I was expecting a lecture about how we shouldn’t have done what we did, and how bad it was and how I could never tell anyone. Mom’s door was slightly ajar so I pushed it open. She didn’t turn around, but said “Hi” With her back to me, she put her hand behind her back and pulled the zip of. As a widower living on TV dinners and sandwiches, I jumped at the opportunity. Besides she was a very attractive woman near my age, well, perhaps within ten years or so of my fifty-something. I arrived promptly at six as arranged, with a nice bottle of red wine under my arm.She met me at the door and accepted the wine with a gracious smile and a "Welcome to my house." There was the delectable aroma of roast beef emanating from the kitchen, but it wasn't anywhere it as near delectable as the. The tentacle reamed me, the small gaps between the segments providing stimulating ridges as it pumped in and out of me, teasing my sphincter and bowels. My tentacles writhed and twitched as the heat roared through me.Jump!“Yes,” I shouted back at Merita, tensed my legs, and—Peony seized me by the waist and yanked me out of the window. I gasped, my bare feet hit the floor, my torso still hanging out the window. My pigtails dangled past my head as I groaned, hips moving, the tentacle sliding in. . I have a problem," she said. "Actually, a couple of 'em." What sort of problem?" One, I'm ... Uh ... let me put it delicately ... I'm on my period, and I have two tampons left. And two, all the clothes that I own are in that Wal-mart bag behind the seat." Oh," I said. "I thought you said "problem". Make the hotel reservation. That town's big enough to have a mall and we'll hit town at six or so. We go to the mall, you get what you need. No problem as far as I can see." Nuh-uh. Problem. I.