“Four...” She replied automatically then raised a hand to her mouth in horror at her indiscretion. “Four!” I exclaimed. “No wonder you’re...both exhausted. Jesus! Four times!” She blushed bright pink and nodded. “Did he cum all four times?” She nodded bashfully again. “Wow!” “Was... Was it good?” I asked hesitantly, “as good as when this happened?” I stroked her bump. “It was better this time, knowing you were okay about it all,” she said softly, looking around to make sure none of the kids. There were pictures of mum in her one piece swimsuit with the top pulled down, in just her bikini bottoms, in only stocking and suspenders, standing in woods with nothing on, on naturist beaches and in public places with the front of her dress open. Looking at the locations we could see they had photographed in our house again and in my sister’s. In both she was sitting astride the arm of the settee in just her stockings.Later in the year at a family wedding I got up the courage to ask my. She was definitely the dominant adult it thathousehold, and at times she could be quite strict. She was religious too, firmlybelieving in the Bible phrase "spare the rod and spoil the child." Aunt Beth's husband was a tall, broad shouldered, good-looking oil-fieldworker named Ray. Ray was a quiet man who always wore a flannel shirt. I don'tever recall him saying one word to me. Uncle Ray, as I called him, worked onan oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico and was usually gone for three weeks at atime.. Shit, that gave me the creeps on Monday and Tuesday. Monday, before the other people started that cool escort business, that was damned terrifying!"Sandra spoke then. "My mom took me to the doc yesterday after school. The doc put me on Valium for anxiety. Mom spoke to the principal and told him what was happening to me and you know what he told her? That kids with anxiety issues going through the Program in other schools improve as the week goes on and they're better at the end of the week!.