Then it hit me, the most intense climax I could remember having in recent years. That kind of orgasm that felt like ever nerve was electrified and mak...ng my cunt flood with nectar as it quivered in ecstatic contractions. Even as I rode out the wave after wave of pleasure saying “Oh, oh, oh God yes right there! Oh shit, I‘m cumming!”, my hips bucking wildly off the bed, and my cunt oozing with my warm sweet cum in a virtual lava flow of my sexual release, I could see my son still jacking off in. We then started to talk about baby cloths, he told me he has lots, onesies footed jemmies, and regular toddler like cloths, at this point I was throbbing I could feel my clit swell it was begging to be touched, I could hear PJ's voice crackle as his breaths got heavier, I knew something was up but i didn't care I myself was ready to be touched, I slide my hands in my panties and began to play with my clit, it felt so good i needed him to keep talking so I kept asking him to describe his cloths. Stacey now knew that she belonged completely to Lyle, that he owned her, reclaimed her, and would keep her for life. Tears poured down her cheeks as she took in the full significance of having an owner again. Her daughter, her Melissa, would grow up safer than ever, with a mother still around to raise her, and when she was fourteen, she would have great odds of becoming a sponsor herself. If Melissa didn’t pass, there was no longer a doubt in Stacey’s mind that Lyle would keep her as part of. My wife Agnes was nursing twins without a recognised daddy at what used to be our flat, so I was living at me Mum’s. Long story, I’d tell you, but it’s hard writing this stuff when your eyes is misted up. Right now I needed a passport and a fistful of readies for the flight. I had more chance of flying to Mars on a bleeding banana. Mum’s a nurse, she works all the hours under the sun and moon, and she ain’t got two coppers to rub together. Earning an honest living. That’s a joke! What chance.