There was no other alternative. However, barely after about two kilometers, Rekha declared she could not walk any more. We were in a fix.Suddenly ther... was a huge uproar. A group of stick wielding rowdies came running. They were picking on persons of the other community. We saw at some distance a man being beaten mercilessly by the crowds. I was scared. It was easy to be the target of the violent group running in our direction.In the group of people coming in our direction, one of the persons. I talked about my mom and how she is single and how it was hard for her to date too. I also mentioned it must be nice to come to the frat house and have all the guys waiting with thier tongues out whenever she came by. Obviously, the conversation turned to me flirting hard and just showering her with compliments. I would make mention about how sexy she was for her age and every once in awhile I would try not to look to obvious that I was getting a hard on talking about her body. I was. Maybe my fear of losing her is what distorts any thought process from being based in rationale or reason. There are no other Harpers out there. Certainly none that would look past our twenty-year age difference and find interest in me and my quirks. At least, that’s what my brain whispers as it hoses down the already muddy slope my treadless soles feebly try to cling to.All my life I have been this way, taking every aspect and overanalyzing it, but never this much. Never to the point it becomes. SHORT...cummings," she laughed at her own joke and I squirmed.I also realised that I did indeed give my wife more pleasure with mytongue than my cock.....clit!"How long have you been wearing the cage?...." Three months Mistress." Oh poor dear you must want to cum so bad........and how long since youhad sex with your wife?."A cruel grin lit her lips as I had to think hard about that one."Ermm....about six months Mistress," I answered blushing even redder."Oh the poor dear she must be really.