Phir socha ke pehle pisaab kar ki aata hoon phir uske baad pani gira ta hoon leken jab mai toilet ke leye bahar gaya to mujhe mummy ke bedroom se mumm... ki aur kisi mard ki awaz aarahi thi maine socha ki jakar dekha ta hoon maine dekha ke woh driver mere mummy ke bed room me tha aur aur mummy ki chuchi masal raha tha aur mummy sanse khich rahi thi.aaah. Thodi der bad maine dekha ki mummy sari aur blouse pahle hi khol chuki hai. Ab wo driver mummy ke peticot ka nara khol diya.Mummy ne panti nahi. Stephanie didn’t mind, we had most of our trysts in the park - Now, we didn’t have ‘sex’ – even though this was the middle sixties – but we casually felt each other up and down, and kissed a lot.I gave her my pin – that was old fashioned – but I remembered my parents telling me how it all worked. We finally introduced Stephanie to Mom and Dad as our junior year of high school was starting. They both approved. Following that – we went and did the same with her parents.The inevitable happened, we. My parents and some of their guests were kicking on, and planning to head to a night club to the very wee hours of the morning. I had thought that Lana was going with them.I had paid her attention during the party, mainly because of her dress. It was a halter neck style with a plunging neckline that just covered her very ample round tits. I had been perving all night, hoping to catch a glimpse of her hard nipples.Lana had caught me perving more than once that night, and had played along teasing. Not being tied up, no forced, humiliating fellatio, the handcuffs gathering more and more dust, it was all beginning to wear me down. I wanted to cry for the beauty that had been lost between us.I thought about the good times. The happy times. He wouldn't even call me his "slut bitch" anymore. Now it was a perky little "hi babe" or "honey" when he got home from work. One night he actually walked in carrying one long-stemmed red rose and a pink Hallmark card! Awful. Simply awful.He knew how that.