He would do anything to make her feel better. He sat on her bed and gently stroked his mother's cheek with the back of his fingers.'It's okay, Mum, ho...estly,' he whispered. 'It isn't your fault.' Ian struggled to find the words. 'Dad leaving… it hasn't been easy for you. None of it.' He bent and kissed his mother's face. 'What we did tonight…''No, Ian… please,' Annette groaned. 'I went too far. It was bad and… and… sordid. I'm so sorry to do that to you… To do what I did in front of you… It. As Clifford guided me away from the couple I was struck by two things. First, if Harold was in construction, why didn't he have a construction man's hands? For a big man, well over six feet tall and overweight, his hands were unusually small and soft. Second, Sara didn't match my blueprint for a friend of Patti. Sara seemed to be struggling to get by. She was not a happy person. Besides being subservient to her husband, her blond hair needed care, as did her face. She couldn't be more than. " Yes, darling."They kissed and Steven walked away. He was stopped by Sister."You don't have to go, Mr Hardacre," she said smilingly. "We won't feed you but we might manage a cup of tea for you." Oh! Really? That's very kind. Why am I getting special treatment?" Because Mr Lovering would like a word with you on his way round." She grinned roguishly. "And we'd hate to interfere with young love."Steven laughed delightedly. "Watch it, Sister," he said, "or some of it might spill over to you." I'm. ''Is it too painfull?'' I asked and she sayd: ''It hurts but keep going.'' I put my dick in a few centimeters further and meanwhile I started heavily kissing her with my tongue in her mouth. My dick was about halfway in right now so I decided to pull it out and back in again slowly a few times. I could see from her face she was starting to enjoy it now. I kept doing it and with every thrust I went just a little bit deeper. after a little while she told me:''Fuck me harder baby''. And so I did..