‘Saturday at seven, then?’ she said. I nodded. ‘At seven.’ She stood uncertainly for a moment, then leaned forward quickly and kissed my cheek... ‘Goodnight, John,’ she said, and she was gone. She turned as she disappeared through the door and I waved. She gave me a half-wave and then she was gone. I turned and made my way towards my own apartment, like hers within walking distance of the university. I found myself whistling the same tune she’d been humming and laughed to myself. The days before. "Chris," she said, "You know what we did yesterday, and the day before, was very dangerous and, in fact, wrong."Chris wanted to cry. "Yes," he whispered. "I'm sorry," he added, still feeling that he had taken advantage of his mother.Allison looked at her son with surprise. "There's nothing to be sorry about. We are both adults... and I do consider you an adult now... and we both should know better."Chris remained silent."If we are going to do anything like that again, we have to be very, very. "Maybe I always have..." she quipped sexily. I know I always had-- it was always a fantasy of mine to watch my wife take one or more giant black cocks and receive their cum in all her holes, and then for me to clean those used holes with my tongue afterwards-- but of course I never told her, or anyone else, that dark desire. The scene opened with two gorgeous 18yearold-ish white sluts-- one that looked remarkably like Nikki-- kissing and rubbing each other, pulling clothes off until they're. Who sent the text?”“Gary. I told you that.”“Who has a vested interest in getting you away from Rachel?”“But if it’s a lie, he can’t think he can get away with it, can he?”“Roddy, it might be that he has been talking with her. He’s her ex., so he may well be trying to get her to change her mind, and she might feel an obligation to listen to him. He won’t want you butting in while that’s going on, will he?”“Well, no.”“So, don’t start behaving as if it’s true. Wait. Think, Roddy! Knowing her when.