Usually their parents traded off who got to swim in the pool, probably because they got sick of Amy and us always complaining about Matt. As such, it ...as a fun time, with only seeing Matt and Kyle look out the window occasionally. Little perverts.We swam, rafted, had chicken fights, sunned, gossiped and played volleyball with a beach ball because we couldn't find the real ball. While we're playing, Erica and Amy were tanning in chairs and Matt and Kyle came out with towels and shorts on. Amy. “That was...amazing! I have never had a man make me cum over and over again like that. I thought for a minute I was going to die.” I smiled at her and brought her to my lips and kissed her gently.“I’m serious, no man has ever brought over the top like you do.My other husbands were nothing to brad about in the sac and they hardly ever wanted to go down on me. They would as a quick way to get me warmed up as foreplay but you, man oh man. You….” She was still out of breath and I kissed her with. She shook her head and mumbled something I didn't quite understand.I finally decided it was safe and pulled into the traffic lane to finish thedrive to Burbank.I watched her in glances but she kept her face partly turned away. I couldsee her more as a reflection in the window than directly and she seemed tobe working her way through a knotty problem.I regretted not having asked more about the phone calls in the restaurant."Want to tell me more of your story?" I prompted."What else is there to. “I hope it doesn’t stay that way.”Agnes straightened. “It will for a long while. Eric is a gentleman Viking.”Mom just looked thoughtful. That afternoon, we talked including talking with some of the girls. Dad received two calls on his cell that he took. He walked away for privacy in each case to talk. We, Mom and I, were used to that. Agnes wondered. I said, “Agnes, when Dad’s talking as a lawyer, he sometimes has to keep it confidential. If he can tell us, he will.”On the first call, he.