. why are you sitting next to ‘me’?”She muttered something under her breath that I couldn’t quite hear, and I asked her to speak up.“I don�...t know anyone else,” she mumbled, “I don’t have any other friends.”I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her. As much of a nightmare as she was, she had completely failed to socialize outside of her pack. She had no friends at all now that the other Borealans were giving her the cold shoulder. She certainly didn’t deserve to have any friends, but she. 'Crap, could he know? Did Sandra say something, or give herself away?'"You were just looking at her, a lot," he stated, coming towards the bed."So, but on the other hand, you seemed quite fond of my mom too. You said something good about her burgers like five times. I love my mom to death, but they were just burgers, it wasn't like we were eating prime rib. Are you interested in her?" What, no," he protested, putting his hands up. "Maybe your mom is just a good cook; I wouldn't be looking to do. I headed straight for a local dogging spot I knew. An old stretch of road that is now only used as a cut through for the odd bit of thru traffic. I drove slowly up and down passing a few parked cars and vans whilst cautiously looking at the drivers to see if they were looking. After a short while a guy who was parked up smiled at me. I drove back passed him once again to confirm it wasn’t my imagination. He smiled once more so I went a little further up the road parked up and waited anxiously.. .. show your son your flabby tits." Cathy said.Janice reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She quickly pulled it off her shoulders and dropped it on top of her blouse. She cupped them and held them up as if offering them to her daughter-in-law."Well, I'll be damned. They aren't as flabby as I thought they were." Cathy said.Robert looked at his mother's tits and his breath caught in his throat. Thoughts when he was a teenage boy ran through his mind of the many times he tried, and failed,.