”“What’s your name?” Sheba asked.“Clive.” he answered, the deceased George Bakewell was my Uncle on my mother’s side.”“How’s your ...other keeping Clive?”“She don’t travel so well these days, that’s why she got me to make the journey here.”“You’ve no older brother then?”“Well our Craig’s gone and our Dad died a while back ... so it’s just me that came.”Sheba ran her gaze up and down his body. “I could tell you quite enjoyed looking at me Clive.”Clive flushed deeply, unsure what to say. His mind. Around midnight the man comes up behind Carol in the kitchen and lifts her dress pushes her panties to the side and starts to finger her cunt first one then two then three fingers fast and deep she knows this is wrong but, couldn't make herself try to stop him, and he nibbles on her ear saying how tight she is and how after he's done she will be wide open he spins her around and pushes her to her knees undoes his pants to have a huge thick cock hit her in the face bigger then hubby bigger then. But Mitch, what about Mitch? He had been obsessed with her, fallen in love with her, worshipped her-and once she had him, she’d taken advantage of that. All the things she’d done to the boy who only wanted to love her hit her like a ton of bricks, and she felt ashamed, ashamed of how she’d treated him. She dropped her makeup brush and wept, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she buried her face in hands, her body wracked by sobs of misery, hoping it wasn’t too late.“Mom, I’m home,” Mitch. Then thought, 'Unless you're into swinging! In which case I can introduce you to lots of new fish!'Of course, since he couldn't read minds, he didn't respond. What he did say was, "So what are you going to do tonight?"Chloe is throwing a birthday party for me."Puzzled he asked, "She does know it was Wednesday, doesn't she?" Yes. I told her; she still insists on throwing one anyway."There was a short pause, and then he said, "At least you'll have something to do. Sure you don't want to come with.