I close my eyes as he kisses me, lightly at first. Then the kiss deepens. He pulls away and holds my face in my hands."This isn't normal. A beautiful ...oman like you shouldn't be doing this. You need to feel that release from a man."He begins to take off my shirt. I was glad I wore my red lace bra as it is exposed. He then unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off to reveal the matching panties. He stares at me."God, you are so beautiful."His lips are on mine again and I kiss him back. The moment is. He doesn't see the lone tear sliding down my cheek. He gets in and starts the truck, pulling away from the curb, away from home, away from me.I turn and close the door. Walking around the house aimlessly, I find myself walking into the bedroom where we spent our last few hours together. Bed sheets lay in a tangle, the smell of him still lingering in the air from his recent shower. I lie down on his side of the bed and snuggle my face into his pillow taking a deep breath in, remembering our last. As we all came back up above the water I noticed her mother was still holding onto me tightly. After a minutes of more wrestling Jane said she had to use the bathroom and dried off and ran in the house.Now it was just me and her mother alone in the pool still playing around when she grabme from behind and quickly shoved her hand in my shorts and as she grabbed my hard dick asked me if I liked playing in the pool. I was in total shock. I knew she liked knowing that me and her daughter where. She’s the epitome of a Russian woman, and she’s under the tutelage of a bunch of Russian women who no sane man would EVER tangle with or cross!”“Angie?”“There I’ll agree with you, though in private she’s a lot more open than she is with the rest of the gang around. But I was kind of like that, too. In the past, I was pretty open in certain limited situations. But most people saw me as the quiet, reserved, chess-playing nerd.”“So Janey is a serious possibility?”“Sure. The difference between.