Nobody’s making me do this. It’s just that I think someday it might make a good story so I want to get it all down.First, I need to explain why I ...aid Bob’s description of things was mostly accurate. It was all true from his point of view, but there were some things he didn’t know. Well, one thing he didn’t know.I lied to him about how safe it was to be having sex with me. It wasn’t the wrong time of month to get pregnant. It was actually the best time.I know I shouldn’t have done that. Mom. "That would be just too obvious." What happened to your boyfriend?" asked Cynthia, changing the subject."What would make you think," began Rebekkah, placing both hands on her hips now, "that anything would've happened?" I did it too. I figured you must have gotten some. Hey, I'm teasing. Say you didn't enjoy it?" I'm not going to lie to you. Of course I liked it."Cynthia grinned in silent, knowing agreement. She turned once more to reassure herself that the pool was still opaque, still. Since we have been married, you allowed Billy Dunn to have sex with you several times. You fucked Brad White six or seven times."I was in shock. "But, how, how, did you know?"That brought a deep laugh from Walter. "Ha, ha, ho, ho, ho. Mary Jo. Damn woman, you absolutely glow when you have just been fucked. I could tell every time. I know that you did not plan to fuck them, it was more that they made a smooth move on you. As I recall, it was always at parties. Their cocks were there. There was. I finally spoke up with something like, "Uh, I dropped... Can you get that for me?"I can still picture the hilarious image of all three of them scrambling to catch my sports bra in the current, and then returning it to me. I can't remember all of what they said, but them talking to me directly finally broke the ice more to where I didn't feel like I had to be so coy anymore. I said "thank you", when they handed it back to me, but I just tossed it right back to shore. I probably got to talking.