I’ll email it to you.”“Thank you, Morris, that’s very kind of you. Since I heard about what happened, I’ve thought about what that poor lady...has been going through.”“I know what you mean,” Morris said. “Give her my best when you talk to her.”Yeah right, Lonnie thought, as they ended the call.----Lonnie was running down the beach toward their secret spot. As he approached he saw his lover Claire, lying on her beach towels, naked. She was beckoning to him, and he picked up his pace. When he got. ”“Mother,” I interrupted and grabbed EJ's hand. “We need to go see Daddy.”“Okay,” she said waving at us. “Don't forget to come see me before I leave.”“I'll see you soon.”“Yes of course,” she said as we walked out.“Why didn't you tell me your dad didn't want me to go?” EJ asked as he wrapped his arms around me in the elevator.“Because it isn't important,” I replied.“Yeah it kind of is.”“He just doesn't want us to have sex.”“Oh, um,” he started awkwardly.“Its fine,” I laughed at him.“No. You're. It was Maple. Belle used to live here. Roger still did. Belle recognized the houses and stopped rubbing herself. She pushed her fingers in her mouth and licked them clean, enjoying the taste shed hated just a few months ago. She squinted her eyes, trying to remember why she knew these houses, but couldnt. Here we are, John announced, pulling the car into the driveway. Belle recognized it. I live here… she said slowly, the memories rising inside her. With Roger. She was puzzled. Why was she with. Not super slim, not super busty, but gorgeous none-the-less. Her long hair was tied in a messy bun on top of her head, and her pale blue eyes were as gorgeous as the rest of her. I had trouble keeping from looking at her, but my eyes kept coming back.At one point she pulled herself up to the poolside, her bikini bottoms riding down to show the top of her butt crack, and I felt a stirring in my swimming short despite the cooling effects of the water.I decided, for my own sanity as well as.