C'mon." "Well, maybe. We'll see. But not too far, not like tonight. Now be a sweetie and put the kettle on before your Dad gets up." She closed her ro...e and cinched the belt around her.I'd won. I'd kept her from freaking out and cutting me off completely.However, Mom wouldn't put her feet on the table after that if I was sitting on the floor in front of her and nothing else happened for two weeks. But she still tousled my hair whenever she walked by me, and she hugged me a lot, as if she needed. I went into the men’s washroom and closed the door, not completely but partially so that I can see her coming.I started thinking about what I have done. Millions of negative thoughts were crossing my mind. What if she told her parents? What if she didn’t come? Or what if she complained about me? These thoughts were making me weak in my knees. The only thought of fucking her hard made me wait there.Four minutes had already passed and now the last one minute was left. I knew if she didn’t come in. It felt to me very much like the way you feel on the last morning of a really wonderful childhood summer holiday, knowing that the marvellous time ends today, and that you won't be playing on the beach any more this year.And you might not come back here again next year, or it might be different, or the weather might be bad all the time. You don't want it to end, but end it will.We were all a bit lethargic anyway, and sometimes that's a very close place to being miserable.Sheila hadn't woken up. I quite fancied Sarah being fucked by a second Male as long as I was present and even fantasised her involved in a gang bang, but knew she was unlikely to take part in one. Strange how life surprises one. Back in the 1990s once our son had moved in with his girl friend and our daughter had undergone relationships with boyfriends which involved living with them meant we no longer were tied down by them and could carry on our sex life. I still was working long hours in security and Sarah worked.