From that point, it was not a far reach to calling him 'Dizzy' or 'Diz.' He had thought about it briefly the first time someone had called him 'Diz' �...� actually for about five seconds – before smiling and accepting it, realizing that his acceptance of the nickname was congruent with his new friends' acceptance of him as part of our collection of friends and associates.Before my divorce, I had quietly gotten with Diz, after he had let me in on the potential financial tsunami that was approaching. As you all know I was lucky enough to get to fuck my mum and I must admit I have been horny about it since and have wanked over the thought so many times, mum though never mentioned it and we have continued just as before.I was in the bath one evening after work having a long soak when I heard mum come home. She shouted hello and came upstairs, came into the loo and lifting her skirt popped down on the loo for a pee.I noticed she was wearing stockings and suspenders the suspender pressing into. Would she have come around here if my wife Jennifer was home? Probably not, I thought, but what the hell. At least I would get to see that sexy body. “Yes you can go swimming, " I said. "I’m going to be back here for a while finishing up.” I heard her mutter something like, “Good I like the scenery back here.” I went back to work and Angela went over to the lounge chairs on the other side of the pool. I happened to look around while she was pulling down her shorts and she revealed her thong. I could hear the surprise in her voice when she agreed. To be honest, her surprise was echoed by my silent trepidation. I'd been inspired by two things. The large bag of cherries I brought back from the store and the ice cream maker I'd seen sitting on a high shelf in the pantry.Google and the internet found me a million recipes for cherry sherbet, cherry sorbet, cherry ice cream, cherry compote, cherry whatever-you-want. The hardest part was settling on a recipe. In the end I settled for a.