Then she turned to Christy. "Don't pay any attention to your father, honey, he's just talking through his hat. I make sure he stays on his own side of...the fence--and likes it." Mmmm, I'll bet," Christy muttered."Yeah," her father admitted, while squeezing her mother's thigh, "guess I don't have any complaints about being an old married man. Arnie does his thing and I do mine."Satisfied with his response, Helen squeezed back, just shy of her husband's cock."Now behave yourselves, you two,". I already have enough shit ‘cuz of my accent, I don’t need any more stress about being a ghetto street fighter as well.’ Anna stared at her in silence, then asked in a hurt voice, ‘Is that what you think of me then? Being a ghetto street fighter? All ‘cuz am rightly angry over the way you let people walk all over you? I can see you’ve really changed. I thought it was just the ‘posh’ accent but I see you are ashamed of your roots as well.’ ‘Anna!’ Vicky gasped. ‘Don’t Anna me!’ She retorted. "What's going on?" I asked as Inoticed Thelma also standing by my side."We've been helping you prepare for the bet you made with us. Stand upnow and come look at yourself." Hands grasped me by each arm to help merise and I was propelled across the room to face a wall mirror.A strange face stared out from the glass at me. At first I did notrecognize the pretty young person with the blond streak in a bouffanthairdo, carefully thinned and shaped eyebrows, and rosy lips. I gaspedas the realization. Round and firm.Normally I am not into anal but her ass turned me so much I wanted to plow her's.Has time went on she became freinds with the other couple's that worked their with my then wife and I.We all hung out together and did the thing's all normal couple's do.As time went on I really flirted with her and she flirted back.Hell at one point my then wife asked me if I had a thing for Barb.I made sure that Barb really did know how much I wanted her.How hot her ass was.Once at work has we past.