But now it’s time! I’ve decided on my woman! I return to Melissa. She’s on all fours on her bed, young breasts swing, the mirror behind her show... her bum and the backs of her honey-tanned thighs. Her boy’s standing in front of her, legs wide, ramming his hips forward. She’s hung her white knickers on his erect shaft, she’s got the head of his penis in her mouth and she’s fingering his balls. My eyes explore the length of her young legs, linger on her vagina lips, run up her body to her firm. He sacrifices so much for us and even more for Scotland. He truly is the chosen Ard Ri." Said Eilean."Yes, this of being High King, I'm sure that Fergus will make a lot of mileage with that down at the golf club! And I suppose that makes me the High King's mother!" Heather MacDonald giggled."Mama, we told you last week, neither you not Fergus can tell anyone about any of this. It would cause a big problem for Scott." Said Helfe.Scott had heard enough. His mother obviously knew the girls were. The hostess stopped by with hot towels, which Carol used to mop her brow while the next spin of the wheels was completed. She glanced down the line of machines for a moment as she refreshed herself, and saw that other players were perspiring, too. A woman who had started after her had undone a couple of her blouse buttons. A man tried to find a comfortable position for his hard-to-miss hard-on. Carol dropped the towel and shrieked with pleasure as the disks lined up on three statues of Venus.. When I cleared the back corner of the garage, I saw Dad just sitting there between those two Rose bushes that you asked him to plant. I never saw him like that. He looked like he’d been destroyed.” (There was a short delay when Darlene’s voice began breaking up and choking with emotion but then she continued) “He had his back against the wall, with his head down on his knees and he was bawling like a baby. I could FEEL pure GRIEF pouring out of him in that sound. I never heard my father cry.