Of course, I came quickly and kept riding the cock to multiple orgasms. Interestingly enough, he didnt bring her home that night, or if he did he used...the garage. ….. Tuesday and Wednesday were crazy days as I went to spend some time with my mother, who lived a couple hours away. She would be coming over for Christmas supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a couple of days helping her wrap presents, bake and so forth. The entire time, all I thought about was my son. I got back Thursday. I stumbled backwards and tripped but did not fall. The woman was surprising strong but I gradually overpowered her, before throwing her onto the bed.Where she froze under a small glass window that cast her in moonlight. Why didn’t she at least escape? Or at least kick up a fuss? Was she waiting for someone to rescue her? Maybe she just accepted her fate. Possibly, And with some merit, maybe she the v******e that waited for her outside was worse than anything that could happen to her within the. Even though all were in formal attire, James stood there wearing a high collar Kenmore jacket, lace jabot, Mackay tartan kilt, hair sporran, argyle hose, and patent leather brogues. James looked like he stepped out of a picture from the nineteenth century. The way that he moved showed little of the fatigue he felt and the women began to swoon and swarm him. The curiosity had gotten the better of them. All were seeking the answer to the age-old question, "What is worn beneath a Scotsman's. “Everyone is okay,” she said through snorts and gasps.I felt the tension in my chest begin to subside. “So, why are you crying?”Chris paused for a few second before she blurted out, “ I’m broke. I’m about to lose my house.”Shit. I knew immediately where this was going.I took a deep breath. “I thought you and Robert had investments,” I said. I tried to sound positive.By now Chris had stopped crying and was ready to talk. “I thought we did too. It seems that my dearly departed had a gambling.