I lost my temperament. I shook Parimala holding her round shoulders and turned back to leave for my home and if you care so much about my mum why don�...�t you go fuck her? Parimala shouted back, shooting me an angry look. I got stunned and turned back. I am sure that, she did not really mean it. She uttered these words in desperation. But this single slip from her tongue had changed the entire course of the scene there and not only the scene but the future course of events what? If I keep fucking. Not yet.Cee took a sip of wine, her eyes now on Shy without shame. “What happens if someone sees us?”I had thought of that, but our chalet was remote and secluded. It was what I was paying for. I told Cee that. “It is after midnight, anyway. Deserted,” I added. “I’ll dim the patio lights, if you want?”Cee nodded, her eyes now focused on my wife’s breasts and erect nipples and the opportu-nity ahead. Had I tapped into some distant fantasy? I stood and went to the dimmer switch, my cock taut. I was confused – he had taken a lot of trouble not to get caught and was worried about me telling anyone – yet he gets me into his house when he knows someone is going to call on him. When the person came into the room I was flabbergasted – it was the man who was at that time Leader of the Town Council. Most people were scared of him and the influence he had. My dad said that he was on every committee going and he was a magistrate. He was a powerful man. His name was Smith." I remember him –. The weekend before had been only the fifth time I’d visited in over two years. And believe it or not, I’d dashed home to console Mother, who’d phoned to tell me Daddy had walked out on her.What a lying bitch!Anyhow, that’s enough of my family’s predicament for the time being; let’s get back to the sex.Sorry, how Freudian of me! Let’s get back to the story.And, as added background, I’m going to begin shortly before the evening’s first blowjob . . .Chapter TwoAs a born and bred Yorkshire lass I.