Then she ran her tongue down the sensitive underside of his cock. She worked her hands and tongue around the shaft, milking and pumping it and then sh... slipped as much of it as she could into her hot, wet mouth. She could hear the man behind the wall moaning his pleasure. His sounds, and the sexiness of the situation turned her on and spurred her to work harder. She continued sucking him in her mouth and sliding her hand along the shaft. Soon he was thrusting himself against the wall and she. Uncle Joey's sister, my mother, was a wild girl in her twenties, always on a high, looking for a fix, would find a stunning blond, having her bottom scrapped against a rough brick casting of a wall, up some dark alley, as the 'Fixer', shagged the shit out of her, and created me, and you wonder why, 'I am all fucked up'? 'Hurry, or you will miss your bus', mother would call out from her bed, her head spinning with the latest fix.I would knock first and wait, uncle Joey would say, 'Come in', and. It was great to be out where the real people lived.It didn't take long to locate my boat. It was the only one left. It was an older wooden boat and was printed a bright green. I placed my little cooler on the floor along with a small folding chair I had brought along. Sometimes I like to just sit and enjoy, rather than fish. As they say, "Any day on the water is a good day." Of course, that is under the conditions where it is not pouring rain, it's not extremely dark out, and your tank is not. She looked up and smiled, "This is special. These trousers are actually wearing out before he's grown out of them. That's a rarity these days."I kissed her on the top of her head, "That's the trouble with children, they grow up when you're not looking." What brings you here?"I sat down at the table, opposite her, "I had a..." I paused, "Let's call it a discussion with your nearly ex-husband. I have some hope that maybe he will be there tomorrow night. I think I convinced him that it was his.