I knew I was still alive and awake, I saw I was laid on my back, then aware that mom was laid next to me. I turned my head and saw her looking up at t...e ceiling."Mom," I mumbled, "are we alive?"She laughed, or should I say tittered softly, "yes baby, we are, but only just, well I am anyway." What do you mean mom?" Darling, that was the most horrendous, wondrous, devastating fabulous bout of love making I have ever taken part in, or should I say been subjected to."She turned to me, lay her head. She made her way to Cambridge Circus. It was only five minutes walk from the Tea Parlour but it was, at least, a change of scene. It was pedestrianised now and used as a venue for New Order rallies. The intelligence services were rumoured to have their offices almost opposite. Just around the corner, in Old Compton Street, she found a coffee bar and sat herself down at a table by the window. Outside rain ran down the windows.She took out her notebook and a pair of reading glasses from her. ”“I'm intrigued,” I said. “Do tell.”“The thing is, he asked for you specifically and says he knows you.”“Oh dear lord,” I gasped, “I hope it isn't a friend or a relative, that would be awkward; I'm not sure I could accept someone like that, it would just be too embarrassing.”“It's a certain Mr Granger,” Rosie said. “Goes by the name of Geoff; 56 years old and in business. Or so he says; that can cover a multitude of sins in my experience. That name mean anything to you?”“Oh my god,” I. "Fuck...she would probably appreciate it. She would probably love a big...strong...cock...Just look at the vibrator she uses...she obviously likes big cocks...just like momma." Again, Ron's cock twitched.He knew she was right. Rachel must have lied big cocks. She used a red, vibrating dildo much larger than an average cock, and about as big as his own."I bet she's been fucked so...fucking...hard...don't you think so?" Rhonda asked."Fuck yes..." Ron was a little breathless in his answer, not.