When I step around the corner, I see the pool is filled with River’s friends and younger relatives. I don’t see River. A few of them know me. I ge... hands waving and smiles. From a few at least. As I slide open the glass door into the kitchen, a short gray haired lady comes bustling out with her hands full of pitchers of ice and golden liquid. She passes me without seeing me for second then notices who I am. She smiles and sits down the lemonade. ‘I didn’t think you were coming,’ she says as she. His attending daughter thumbed the crown of his rock hard cock, getting Ned even more aroused. Dancing Kathy glided to a halt at arms’ distance. She leaned forward, giving her Daddy a fine down cleavage view. Her hands fumbled with the bra clasp. Ned licked his lips in anticipation. Kathy leaned even further and moved her face to Ned’s ear. He lost eye contact with her jostling breasts and lifted his hands to reacquire the sequin covered beauties. She lipped and nipped his earlobe and laced her. Wouldn't that mean that he had gone too far? That he failed? Since he didn't know where the boundary was, he stayed too far away from it. She heard that and blurted out, "Well, then, that's simple to solve. Take your belt off and keep spanking me harder until you get me to use the safe-word. Then you'll know how much it takes." So, she found herself looking at the dining room table's centerpiece, from a decidedly different angle than she'd seen it before. The whole thing seemed so abstract and. Is Randy here?’ ‘No, he’s on a ski trip.’ ‘Oh.’ Greg’s smile faltered. ‘Sorry I bothered you.’ He turned to leave. My mother had joined us at the back door by then, wiping her hands on a dish cloth. ‘Greg, come on in. Have you eaten? We were just about to sit down. Paul,’ she shouted for my father. ‘Set another place at the table. Guess who joined us for supper?’ Neither Greg nor I could wedge a word into the wall of cheerful sound that my mother had built. When she stopped for a breath, Greg.