Then she turned around and pulled her panties down and “mooned” me for a fraction of a second and laughed out loud.“My sweet Katie, I see your s...in is a little pink around your bottom.”Katie said, “I think I was in the sun a little too long yesterday without lotion. It doesn't hurt, but my skin feels a kinda warm.”I said, “I have some wonderful lotion that will soothe and protect you from peeling. Why don't we go up to your room and you can lay on the bed and I'll put some on you. It's. I mean..."The girls broke into peels of laughter and Shawn sank back in he seat to sulk. All of which gave me a few minutes to think about something other than the lump in my suit pocket.Eventually, we got to Missy's house and I was greeted by her father who'd gotten to the point that he'd stopped calling me a 'slick hound' and had upgraded me to 'that McElroy boy'. Hopefully, he'd get used to calling me 'my son-in-law'. We all sat in the living room and waited for Missy to come down. She was. Karen's fight dissipated as she stared, cornered, quite literally. "What do you want, Miranda?" she demanded in a low tone. Miranda's eyes danced. "I want to fuck you, Kathy. I want to hear you make those little squeaks just for me." "You can't do this!" "I can do whatever I want, and right now I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck me. It's very simple. We fuck, we have our fun, and then I give you the photos and the recordings and we pretend it never happened." Karen glared into. And I mean it was not mentioned in any way, shape, or form. We didn’t agree not to discuss it. I suppose neither of us was bold enough to be the one to bring it up. But things were strained. I wanted to go over, but, suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything to suggest that we should do. All the things we’d done in the past seemed like little kid stuff. Maybe she felt the same way, because she didn’t come over or call and suggest anything either. In fact, the only way I even knew she’d gotten her.