“You dirty shit Ian. Indian porn sex I feel rampant. Oh jesus this is fantastic. I pulled her blouse apart tearing the buttons open to get my hands on her tits. Finger my hole. Maybe even try that club of yours?”
“What’s happening to you Gillian, you’ve changed.”
“You changed in your attitude to me Ian. How long have you been going there? Anyone else, including, me getting off is great but not the most important thing – your enjoyment is the key.”
We then sat and recalled the incidents. “About five years, when I used to go to see Mum by myself.”
“Really. Oh I love you my dirty son so much. “Ian that was amazing, just amazing.” I squeezed her hand in recognition of her feelings. We shared some water to replenish our thirst. I haven’t tried that in years Ian – I’m starved. “Funny yet powerful” were her words. Finger my hole. Oh fuck it’s so good, so fucking good. I relaxed, no longer anxious about fucking her as I realised I had been over the last few weeks, perhaps out of concern that she might refuse at the last moment.
