Her low-rider jeans hugged her 17-year-old ass like they were painted on. She wore a crop top that showed her flat stomach and the dangling jewelry ...anging from the piercing in her navel. Like her mother, Tina was thin, with the same big breasts, but hers seemed so much bigger because she was seventeen and wearing a cropped top that seemed to be suspended away from her skin and floating in the air. She was the picture of modern teen life, innocent with a suggestion of sluttiness, a virgin. I had been watching her for at least half the glass. She seemed to be alone.My stomach churned with nervous excitement as I tried to pluck up the courage to talk to her. My eyes strayed to her body, seductive curves of pale skin, accentuated by the classic black lines of her dress. The sudden movement of her glass brought my gaze back to her face. She was staring straight back at me as she slowly drained the last of her champagne; her lips curved into a smirk.She tilted her head to one side and. Suffice it to sayI spent a lot of money and had a very interesting time.I was a little hung-over when I showed back up at the clinic in themorning. I'd never even made it back to Bianca's hotel room. I arrived afew minutes early, hoping to talk Franklin into extending our time aseach other for a little while longer. There were some things I'd wantedto experience but hadn't gotten around to. Perhaps I should have beencareful what I wished for.I'd been sitting in the waiting room for over an hour. “Well Mom, what have I done now.” “Nothing darling, this concerns both of us,” she replied. She went on to tell me that Steve (Gina’s husband) wanted to watch them make love with the strap-on. Then he wanted to join in fucking both of us. “The only thing is that other than you, the only man who has ever made love to me is your father. I had to relay this to Gina. Also the fact that you and I have made love. Other than Jane, she is the only one now who knows about us and I asked her to keep.