No ... I'm fine now ... I plan on marrying this guy, why would I do that? ... Yes I understand ... Ok, thanks."She handed the phone back to me. "Did y...u get everything you wanted?" Yes sir. I have everything I need." One question, when are you going to help me fix my house?" We will have a check out to you very soon. We are currently working with the other guy's car insurance, but I have a feeling that they aren't going to be much help. This may end up being a claim against your own policy.". I saw a lot of eyes focussed on me as I walked to a seat. I regretted wearing the tight tank top, but thankfully, I at least was in the right mind to wear a jacket with it. To be a conformist I walked to my seat slowly and my head down to avoid the staring eyes. I felt like every one was waiting for me to break down crying. If they kept staring at me like that I’d probably would have. I sat in a bench right at the front. The wood creaked as I settled in it. Keeping my eyes on abstract things. Undoubtedly this was the kind of place you bring your hot mistress and not the whole family. A kind of nondescript boutique hotel, not a small family run one, no. One that was serviced by maybe 30 employees, very very modest and also one that may have had its hay day during the fabulous renaissance of Italy. The girl, she reminded me of a more regal time. She was proud of her family hotel and she had every right to be, I was proud that she sat beside me to indulge in conversation, a. I'd always believed everything my twin told me, so I didn't doubt her for a second. But the problem was, how could I find out if Mom was really interested ?Good old Mom took care of that herself that very night (with a little help from Sandy!), and boy was I surprised. Since we first fucked at the boathouse, that was where Sandy and I always met. I was early that night, maybe a little extra horny with all the talk about fucking Mom, and waited impatiently in the darkness.I stripped off my.