Now, following her afternoon romp with Mr. Burns, my fantasy did not seem like it was hopeless after all. Secondly, whatever she was going to tell me ...bout my mother I was going to believe. My mother has never liked my wife. Of course, she has never liked any of the women in my life. Some of the things she had done to put those women in a bad light convinced me long ago to ignore anything my mother might say or do.It was supposed to be a bachelorette party for my cousin Renee, but it had turned. She shook her headaround sensuously and gave the other bikers a “comehither” look from beneath her disarranged hair. Billymoved in toward my wife, his long cock waving atattention.Julie lay back on the bed and spread her legs widepractically inviting the big athletic biker to fuckher. Billy climbed on top and planted a big wet kisson my wife’s mouth. She seemed to return hispassion. My wife grabbed hold of his cock and guidedit to the opening it sought. Billy rammed it home. I schoch over to make room. They sit themselves down next to me and introduce themselves as Chris and Kelly. Wondering why I didn‘t go first, I tell them I’m Jamie. Kelly says “Well Hi there Jamie, you’re a real cutie pie!” I blush and mumble a “Thanks.” I think: Only she could have said that and successfully make it sound like a complement. Just then I look over at Chris, and he quite takes my breath away. He is one of the sexiest guys I have ever seen in my whole God damn life, I kid. Thick with a stale odour of pipe tobacco, it fired memories of their battles of wits, a long time ago.The gothic styled vaulted ceilings still carried the soot of centuries. Once a chapel, this vast space had a gravitas and presence that would be all the more impressive if he could see the rest of it. Racks of shelves surrounded him, half eaten by woodworm stuffed full of randomly assorted ephemera. Diffused through glass panes not washed in years, cast rays of sunlight that lit specks of.