I opted for the truth. “Martin, have you heard anything from Mum?”“No, Dad, why?”“There’s no easy way to put this, Martin, but she’s lef... me. She’s been having an affaire with someone else, and now she’s gone.”The gasp at the other end assured me the message had gone home.“Where’s she gone, Dad? Is she with the bastard?” As I expected Martin sounded hurt, angry and distressed.“I’ve absolutely no idea. I thought she would phone or text you at least. She’s not left a note or anything, she’s just. The whole rallye takes a good part of the day, with several check points. Finally everyone meets at some restaurant to have an afternoon lunch/dinner and find out who the winner is. There usually wasn't much of a prize, just the knowledge that you won the rallye. Maybe everyone would pitch in to buy the winning driver and navigator their meal. --Oh, by the way, it took two to compete: the driver to drive and the navigator to read the instructions and to play with the stop watch to gauge the. I was thirsty, and I seriously needed a drink. I got a glassGillian reached out to Karen, who was trying to follow me. “Come with me, please babe, you know I need you. My life’s not complete without you.” Gillian was pleading, and I couldn’t help but feel that her words might have even come from some script she’d used as a popular actress. The tone was off just a tad.Karen shied away from her and looked at me with a scared expression.“I agreed to the weekend because you and your therapist. When he filled her cunt she pushed him on his back and began to suck his limp cock. She had six inches in her mouth sucking him hard and she could feel him get harder with every suck till she had him very hard. She liked that he was big and thick. Even the pictures of the men with big cocks were not as large as her dad. She was glad when he put that cock in her and loved how good it felt as he stretched her wider each time. She knew he like fucking her too because every day he fucked her more..