After I was dry, Mom hugged me again, and I was aware that her hands paused over my buttocks and her fingers lightly traced the crack of my ass.I got ...he idea that perhaps Aunt Betty had been talking to Mom, and that my mother was aware that I was a bit more "sophisticated" than I had been when I left home for the summer.After I got my nighties on--a pair of panties and a t-shirt was all I wore--we had supper with my father, who seemed to look at me in a more appreciative way than I had ever. Only yesterday I saw her smiling face on the front cover of some magazine and here she was naked in my bed. She had made it in a couple of 'B' films too but she famously refusing to get her fine body uncovered for the cameras. For me in the dim light I could see what everybody else was missing. It wasn't as if she was shy about her perfect body for last night she had performed quite happily in front of my top of the range digital video camera, no it was just some publicity ploy.How did this all. “I’m so sorry,” she blathered.“It’s okay,” her father answered. “It was your mother’s fault, she should have told you, I took the day off. Oh you feel so good Caroline,” he moaned and then looked up at Linda “How did you do on your big test?”Linda paused, almost paralyzed.“Ok,” she stammered, “I mean, well, I…” her words trailed off.“What?” her dad asked forcefully.“I got a B.” Linda collapsed her head into her hands. “I don’t know what happened. I studied and everything. I tried to hard.” She. During the hearing, I completely embarrassed someone who was on Clinton's side by telling him he didn't know what he was talking about. Then, I proceeded to prove to him I was correct in saying he didn't know what he was talking about. Finally, someone on the panel, that was listening and questioning the people testifying, told him that I knew what I was talking about and he'd best keep quiet if he didn't want to embarrass himself any farther. One of the things I pointed out to him was, Clinton.