I could even feel her breath washing over the head of my cock. I felt myself getting very close and told her that I had something embarrassing...to tell her. She kept pumping my cock but looked up, smiled innocently and asked what might be embarrassing. I told her that when I "ejaculated", I did so with a very large load and that if she carried on like this, I would be sure to cover her with a large amount of "semen". This seemed to cause her to gab my cock even tighter and pump. " I almost stuttered, turning. I had been brushing my hair, trying to tease it up, getting it nice and fluffy the way Steven liked."Going out, then?" She smiled so sweetly, turning towards me, the edge of her elegant straight blond locks swirling on her delicate jaw line.I blushed, my face warm, and stuttered. Lauren Henderson was Steven's ex; I and had been dreading running into her somewhere in the building all week."Yes, right in the city; I can't take the subway home change, and come. She lost all track of time it seemed forever before she heard the door to the room open. It seemed to stay open a longer time than necessary for one person to enter. She could hear movement around the room and it sounded like more than one person. She became a little scared because this was not what she had expected. Someone leaned over and said the word “Camelot” in her ear. That was the safe word Doug had assigned to anything he was doing and when she heard it she felt that she was safe.. Loraine, my mother, was devastated but the need to care for me meant that she didn't just sink into depression; instead seeking solace in a small local church.Much later, I was exploring the loft and found boxes of stuff. Motorbike gear, thermal underclothes ... and letters ... and photographs. My mother, standing next to a tall man wearing leathers, a motorbike behind them. Photographs of the two of them walking at the seaside, or in the Lake District; neatly labelled on the backs, date, place.