Her eyes were wide open, like she couldn't believe any of this was actually happening. Her mouth was wide open too. Moans escaped her lips. I felt her...breathing on me. We looked each other in the eyes. She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe that her own son was pleasuring her in a sexual way. I couldn't believe it either."Just like that," she moaned, looking me in the eyes. "Put your fingers inside me. I can't stand it anymore. I need to finish."With a swift push, I. Now he would be more careful."But I really have resigned", I continued, with as much calm as I could muster. "I'm now officially working my month's notice." You scheming, conniving, backstabbing sonofabitch", Mr A accused. "You're doing this to make me look bad, aren't you? You've sabotaged the report, haven't you?" Look", I tried to mollify, "the report's fine. I just want to get on with my life."There was no backing down for Mr A though - if anything my comment seemed to rile him up. " Ah know," Alistair muttered with despondency in his voice. "But ah need practice," he cried. "Abigail..."She sniffed. "I ain't being a sex teacher for ya," she spat. "I want someone who can do it. I got needs too."Alistair sniffed and bit his lip. A couple more tears formed in his eyes, and he looked at the two girls. "But ... but ... Abigail. Ah love ye. Yer lovely gal and ah wanna marry you."Abigail spluttered and looked at her friend. "What?" Ahh love ye. Please Abigail. Donnae dump. "I contacted Anthony and made arrangements to spend two days per weekwith Honey at my home as a trial run. He did not know what I wasplanning, but was paid very handsomely for her time. He declined myoffer at first, for obvious reasons, but when he came up with the ideaof packaging his semen and calling it her medicine, the problem wassolved, at least from his standpoint. I, on the other hand, wasextremely curious as to why she needed medication. I could hardly hiresomeone to help me as my.