Jill spluttered the piss from her mouth and scrabbledto her feet, grabbing her blouse and bra. She ran to the door and out intothe sunshine. The dog t...ok no notice of her. Outside she ran to her car. She grabbed her jacket and put it on over herbare skin. She threw the bra and blouse into the back seat. Inside the carshe found a box of tissues and wiped her face in the rear view mirror. Sobbing, she started up the car and drove back down the track. At the gatea tractor was blocking the way.. It was Gisela. Her date hadn't goneas planned and she had come to pick up Robin.I explained Robin was asleep and his clothes were in the washing machinebut Gisela wanted to take him home now. So I led Gisela through to thebedroom. She was shocked to see her son in a nightdress and panties butwas in a hurry."I would have expected you, as Robin's father, Trevor, not to encouragehim to think of himself as a girl but you, yourself are genderfucked,Tracey, so I guess I should have expected this. . "Today, the Government has stolen your shovel, taxed your asses, raised the price of Camels and mortgaged the Promised Land!Now, in Canada, we can only retire at 67, not 65. The government officials get the big bucks in their pocket and can retire at 55 with full protected pension while the taxpayers, us, slave for pennies and they're even getting rid of them. Go figure.I was so depressed last night thinking about the economy, the wars, lost jobs, savings, Old Age Security, retirement funds,. The one the k**s use.” “Fucking,” Walter repeated.“That's it.” She had her hands on her son’s hips, pulling him tight. She leanedback along the broad arm of the chair, raising her legs high, giving her son clearer access to her open cunt-mouth.“Fuck me, my baby ” she groaned. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast.”Walter plunged his cock into and out of his mother's grasping twat-lips withfrenzied speed. He was snorting, and she saw that his nose was running alittle, but he didn't care, and she didn't.