I was equally direct. “I sure hope so,” I told her. “I want us to make up for all the sex we missed in high school.” My mother observed that i... would take longer than a weekend. After dinner Ben and Kathleen came over. My mother told us to go to our rooms, which we did. Bethany and Ben retired to her room and locked the door. Kathleen entered my room and told me to strip. I did so immediately, with no embarrassment. “Some of the guys who’ve seen you in the locker room said you were. Tomorrow! We will go to my lawyer, sign the papers. A few more stops then home to.. er.. consummate our deal."Samantha was extremely excited by that prospect and bounded up and down, deliberately I think as her breast wobbled very enticingly, almost breaking free of the stretchy dress she wore, confirming my suspicion there was no bra beneath!. "Grab those!" I said sharply pointing at the discarded clothes, and thinking of my stories led her to the guest en-suite bathroom. "This is your room. There were many unfortunate possibilities, "Custler Fuck" being the most obvious. I gave strict orders to never use the phrase, even in-house. However, using "CF" in a graphic was fair game, as were any rhyming words (can you believe there was a professional hockey team called the Ducks?). We had contests to see who could come up with the wittiest play on Mrs. Custler's name. My personal favorite was, "No AC to DC", which I had printed on bumper stickers.If it seems childish, it was. Through. He found the tie to her robe and eased it open, letting his hands roam inside and smiled at the shiver that ran through her at his touch. He took a small step back and pushed the silk robe from her shoulders, taking in the contours of her body. Her shoulders were soft and her breasts hung heavily, the nipples hard and tenting the lace. She shivered again as he cupped them, enjoying their weight and softness, then slid his hands underneath, gently rolling her nipples. ‘Gale.’ Her soft whisper.