Even after you stopped watching the video. Because if we’re to get past this thing and move forward, there can’t be any secrets between us. For be...ter or for worse, you have to know everything. Everything that happened, as well as how bad and stupid I feel about it all.”It was my turn to wince and grimace. A big part of me wondering whether or not I had the strength to hear what Jill might tell me, and whether these things were maybe best left unsaid. But deep down I knew that the beautiful. When we got to our home, Ron insisted that Erin shouldn't drive and that she should stay the night at our home, although she had never stayed overnight before. He wished her good night, encouraged me to come along to bed soon, and went into our bedroom. I set her up in the guest room next door. I offered her one of my sleep shirts but she declined saying she would sleep nude. So instead, I loaned her my robe in case she wanted to come out to the bathroom. I hugged and kissed her goodnight. Just. My eyes went wide when I saw Cherrie walking towards me, she was as naked as I was, her young breasts bouncing as she moved, but it was the strap on dildo she was wearing that drew a gasp from me to echo my son's. Shaking my head I stared at the size of the thing sticking out from her groin, it had to be ten inches long and two inches across; I trembled as it dawned on me what was to come next. Stepping onto the mattress and coming to a stop a couple of feet from me the girl looked at me and. Do you remember a Marcy Swenson, Mark?" Shelby asked me rather suddenly."Yeah, I had a big fucking crush on her when I was a teen. She was a classic MILF. Cutest widow in town. Certainly the youngest. Why do you ask?" I wondered at the coincidence."Remember that little baby she carted around in a stroller, later a little toddler in her arms?" Shelby continued her commentary, now that she was lucid."Yes, her name was ... oh, fuck! Her name was Shelby! That was you!" I recalled now."Yeah, well,.