Every morning I got up early to set up the hot cocoa station, every night I put the chairs on top of the tables and mopped the dining hall floor. In A...gust, I had three days off, and one of the counselors and I got in her battered car and drove through the thick summer air from New Hampshire to Cape Cod. Her boyfriend was in Provincetown, living out of his van, which he parked in the woods outside of town. We sat with him on Commercial Street while he played music for money and scorched. Her hands shifted from my hips to my bound arms, holding them. "And your wives have been looking for their chance with Charles," she added. I absorbed the fact that she implied he had indeed been exclusive too. "And we both know they won't be disappointed." "Yes Ma'am," I said. She referred to her time with Charles, of course. The first time, right after the ceremony. I had been drinking with my new husbands and wives and they'd been careful not to make any reference to what was happening in. I wasn’t a virgin so I know what my mother’s private area is called a vagina/pussy “ok mom I’ll be careful were I rub” even though I wanted to touch her pantie and pantyhose covered pussy but I will have to wait for that, then I massaged her right leg when she asked me “ when your finished with my leg could you massage my shoulders please” she was panting sexual I must be turning her on and I was already hard as a rock there was a tent my shorts as usual “ok mom I’ll give your shoulders a. “These are stories from the past,” Jeanette said in awe, “They are so beautiful!”“They are, but not as beautiful as the siren message we just heard a short while ago,” a warm but eerie voice reverberated through the room.Gregory instantly recognized the voice and replied with deference, “Thank you, Thymea. It was Jeanette who performed the siren call.”“It was very fortunate it was performed close to the optimum position.” Thymea responded instantly, “And I’m obliged to tell you the performance.