'They're beautiful Mum,' I said as I reached out to stroke the taught skin of each breast. As my palms stroked across each nipple I noticed how they b...came erect.'Now suckle them,' she ordered.I bent my head towards her and took her left nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue get to know the texture of nipple skin as I licked and sucked. The nipple hardened under my attention and my Mum gave a deep sigh. This was unbelievable. I didn't know such pleasure existed. I was getting hard again.. "Darling," she looked up at me from under her eyebrows, "I think we're ready to eat, if you'd like to say grace." Mister Onslow..." I began."Ray," he corrected.I smiled, "Then I'm Jim. Ray, this is still your building. Would you like to do the honours?"He inclined his head, cleared his throat, and spoke up. "Everyone ... can I have a moment?" The buzz of conversation subsided. "First of all, welcome to this building. Secondly, thank you to Jim and his friends for a most edifying and enjoyable. It had been a long time since I'd visited with Rebecca. At my own insistence I stopped poring over the pictures. Looking through the albums nightly was bordering on the morose. Even a few times a week seemed obsessive. So I stopped myself. In fact, I hadn't looked at them since I'd met Dominique. By the time she moved in, I was debating whether to put them into storage. Memories and memorabilia were neatly boxed in the attic. I'd conceded the framed photographs. Her last two were packed away. For a moment Oswald, now seeing more clearly that his cane had left a markthat looked as though it might well become a serious bruise, was again disconcerted,but then he thought, hopeful in his own way, "Well, if that's the resultof my first stroke then that's probably that's what's supposed to happen, andI must be doing something correctly! Now I have to make five more!" With that, he raised his cane to Emily's bottom again, laying it along themark of his first stroke, summoned up the skills.