She promised to rat me out to the rest of the sci-fi club. I agreed that she should. “How would you feel if I called up your wife and told her what ...ou’ve been doing?” she asked at one point.“Too late - I already told her,” I said.She paused for a second, then gained her wind back. “And what did she say?” I’m not sure if she believed me or not.“She told me I wasn’t leaving.”“Well,” Teresa went on. She had already been having horrible morning sickness, and expected me to pay. If her brother. "You bet."I yanked my shirt off. "Me too." Then I got out of my shorts and underwear."Mom glanced at my dick before her eyes darted away. "Bobby, you can't. Not in front of me." Mom, you're going to have to get used to it. Maria's right. We can't afford to wear out our clothes."When I looked at Maria, she smiled and mouthed, "Thank you." You're disgusting," Mom said and stormed into the shed.Maria looked at me. "Me or both of us?" Who cares? We're doing the right thing."Maria and I sat a little. Becca was as thrilled as a small child. She took her shoes and socks off and rolled up her trouser legs and paddled ever more adventurously shrieking with excitement at the higher wavelets and jumping over them. Inevitably she got her trousers wet but that bothered her not one bit. Eventually her legs became cold and she came out. She dried them on the towel that Steven had insisted they brought. Next he taught her to play Ducks and Drakes and she quickly became rather good at it, quite often. Otherwise; it was just white ankle socks and regulation black flat shoes. Of course my high cut white g-string wasn’t school regulation underwear, but I had been intent on giving Steve a surprise. Oh I had a school satchel with nothing except my phone. I was too busy for homework. Steve gave me a surprise as he felt me up, perched on his motorbike, in the dark, at The Esplanade, his fingers crashing and jagging into my aroused pussy three at a time with more force than the incoming king tide.