”“That does create some complications, that’s for sure! You know, I never asked how things are with your family.”“An Irish Catholic girl fro... Boston has a huge church wedding and then tells her parents she’s leaving her husband for a girl. How do YOU think that went?”“Not well. You told them that you left Kenneth for Lauren? I didn’t think it was that serious yet.”“It’s not. I didn’t give a name. I just told them that I was leaving him and that I was having an affair with a woman.”“I can see. You really do love me! Now would you wash my back, please?" We had a deep glass shower and I had to get into the shower to help wash her, so I dropped my shorts and stepped in. I grabbed the wash cloth and started to soap it up when she stopped me and said, "Not the cloth Donny, use your hands. I need a massage. My back hurts from skating." So a little soap on my hands and I started rubbing her back. She leaned against the shower wall and moaned about how good it felt. Right then, I started to. As one might expect, while alongside we were open to the public. I don't recall how it came to pass but I ended up down below in the crew's quarters with a "middle-aged" couple, entertaining (okay - I was plying them with beer). They were about 45 years old I think, but they may have been older. Both were rather plain. He was mostly bald, she was heavy-ish. She was also something of a flirt – not so assertive as to piss her old man off but enough to draw me in.We all got pretty drunk. As. I shook my head, stars bursting across my vision, dancing in red and blues and greens. “And you, Mom, you want the same... from your son. You're his sex slave. You worship him with your mature body.”More pain burned, but it wasn't as bad. Sweat broke out across my forehead. My breath quickened, heart hammering in my chest. “Oh, yes,” the mother said, suddenly hugging her son from behind. The daughter whimpered, molding herself to her father. “Oh, Daddy, what would you like to do to me?”The.