I am sorry," said Mr. B. "I'll apologize for all members of my family. I know you can't be friends with Lucinda any more. But can we – my wife and I...– still count you as our son?"In answer, I gave him a huge hug. I decided then and there, I'd pay his utility bills forever. It was the least I could do for these wonderful people. It wasn't their fault that their daughter had turned into a ... I didn't want to say that b-- word even to myself. I'd promised my mother not to swear.I caught Alex. One of the other swimmers, Jason, suggested I help the football coach as well. It usually took him almost a week to get the stat sheets done for the football team and the players didn't like that much. I talked with the coach and soon found myself with a job of sorts. I was the student 'manager' and started that week. Besides keeping the stats, I was responsible for doing laundry, keeping towels in the locker room, and helping the trainer do the pre-game and post-game wraps and unwraps. More. SON: Mom I'm so sorry! But you made me feel so dam good! MOM: What in the Hell do you mean?SON: So I guess Hell is OK! MOM: WHY ARE YOU ON TOP OF MY WITH YOUR THING OUT??SON: Don't you remember what Dr.Lee told us today?MOM: DOCTOR LEE? WE SAW DOCTOR LEE TODAY??SON: Please let me explain. The good doctor said that he feels your depressed and he is all so worried that do to lack of excitement or more like lack of stimulation your health is starting to decline. Your insurance is limited and he. I just stared at her, she moved her hand down her body and started touching her pussy, stroking her fingers over it and every so often sliding one inside her. I was spellbound it was a beautiful sight.She played with herself, rubbing and fingering her pussy, stroking her breasts for what seemed like hours, it was probably only a few minutes before her moaning got louder and her legs started trembling, she brought her herself to an orgasm in-front of me. She continued to finger her wet pussy,.