“Anyway, he’s apparently been curious about whether it was really as big as she claimed…and somehow or the other he just concocted this delusion...about you and me fucking while he’s gone to work every day.” “And he has no clue…about us…for real?” Shawn asked, gulping repeatedly. “No,” she replied with a solid and single word. “But I sort of played around with him about it…he asked me to talk nasty about you, so I did…and…for the first time in months, he actually fucked the shit out of. Joan Davidson moved in just after we did. Joan retired just in time for our move, but she might have been pushed into retirement, but that is another story, altogether, in plenty of time to sell off her furniture and settle all of her affairs at home, before joining us as we jetted of to Aruba for the winter. The Crown enjoyed a warm relationship with Aruba and Joan found handling life as a recently retired British Subject was quite easy.The equatorial weather was perfect and our lives were. We’d get to a few of the other questions I had sometime soon.Monday, we all headed off to work and classes like any normal mid-semester autumn day. The weather was rainy, but otherwise uneventful.I got a call from Lisa mid-afternoon and she was jubilant about her new post. She uncharacteristically talked almost non-stop at a hundred miles an hour about what had happened so far that day, and then said she had to run and she’d call us in the evening. I was laughing when we hung up because of her. Mary, too, was enjoying this lover's embrace, with her own son. She was becoming very turned on by it. Feelings she suppressed for years were coming to the surface. She started grinding her pelvis against his erection. She wanted to jump her son's bones. She couldn't believe a few minutes earlier, she had reservations about it. Now it appeared to be the most normal thing imaginable.Phil's voice brought them both out of their sexual trance. Come on you two, let's go inside and continue this..