She sat down next to me on my bed and looked at me. I felt her hand on the left side of my face as she leaned down to me on the forehead. I could fee... her tears dripping onto me. I am so sorry&hellip,I hope you will understand when you grow up, I love you my baby boy. Confused, I muffled what mom, what is happening. She kissed me on the forehead again and she left. I sat there stunned on what just happened, my mother just told me that you will understand when you grow up. What does that. Christmas was always a wonderful time. The workers would decorate the den. There would be a huge tree that was perfectly decorated. It had to be perfect, because if anything was not right, and mother was home to see it, there would be hell to pay. Angie and I would decorate ‘our’ tree in her sitting room. We would go out and spend hours finding the perfect tree at the local nursery, discussing whether we wanted long needles or short ones, a tall tree or a small one. We would look at it from all. "You can lay me down," I giggled to myself.So I stay in a while longer doing half laps of breaststroke with my head above water. I'm watching hot tatts guy pretend to be asleep, wondering what his cock tastes like and how it would feel on my tongue.There are only three other people left on the sand and the sun is dipping a little. The water is cold, and my pussy is warm. I tweak my already hard nipples. I figure I might as well get out and continue my little fantasy on the beach, I'm freezing. Well, after that it was all going to be OK, wasn't it?"I paused while Kath waited, looking a trifle exasperated, thinking back to the evening we'd spent with Carla's Hal, immediately after he'd pitched up at our big confrontation with our other funders and saved the day. How we'd all gone back to the office, then on to a pub, finally to a restaurant ... as you do. And it had been good between the two of us – Debbie and me, I mean – at least for the evening. But come the end of the night, we'd.