“I don’t like the idea,” Clara said in response to my idea. “It might be too dangerous for you. You don’t speak enough of their language yet...to avoid upsetting the villagers. You should wait a day or two and then go. By then you should be able to at least understand Gort.”Clara had a point. Gabby had made inroads last night, during and after supper, and she was definitely communicating with the kids. But the fact was, I really didn’t know much of the language. But I did want to head out and. Frankie, I hope you understand. It's been years since I was able to go out with other women. Tuesday night the three of us had a nice dinner at Brady's. After dinner we stayed for the dancing. It was fun. We each danced with several different men and then it just sort of happened. All three of us found guys we liked and we danced with them for several songs. When we sat back down at our table to take a break all three of the men joined us. Andrea was with a guy named Bill, Katie's guy was named. Saturday came and I was knocking on her door which was opened by a different girl. “Hello, are you Bill?” I said I was and was here to see Britney so she invited me in showing me into the lounge where the TV was on. I heard Britney call out that she wouldn’t be long.“She’s in the shower” said Karen, the girl who had let me in and I assumed they were sisters, they looked so similar, very slim to the point of being skinny, long hair and hardly any tits but with a great smile. I sat in an armchair. My mother had just fucked her f******n year old son. I heard her in the hallway and heard her enter her own bedroom. I went to bed dreaming of my mother's hairy pussy.The next morning Helen woke up. As the sunlight filled the room, she slowly arose. Helen felt confused and a little embarrassed.She knew that she had been fucked the night before. A fucking like that isn't the type of thing that she would forget. "It must have been a dream, she thought."Her mind drifted off. "I need some coffee,.