He and Mom looked at each other and kind of shrugged. "Well, if you two want to try it, it's all right with us."We began making plans on how to procee.... In another two days we had the materials piled fairly close and began moving them over near the big maple.We began construction and worked each day, except for one or two when it was raining too much. By the end of three weeks we had the structure basically finished. Erik's dad came out and inspected our work and pronounced it very. She really doesn’t want her parents to meet me! She came back out a minute or two later. She was wearing jeans and a checkered flannel shirt, what we used to call a lumberjack shirt, and she was zipping up a stylish looking suede jacket as she came out. We exchanged hellos and got in the car. She seemed rather reserved, no big smile or real enthusiasm in her voice. Once in the car she stayed at the far side of the bench seat. I don’t know what I expected but I was disappointed that she didn’t. Charlie didn't feel like there was anything normal about it at all. Mister Peavey pointed to the photo on his desk of the beaming Mrs. Peavey. She was an attractive lady in her early forties with interesting bangs and a chest that defied gravity. Hanging on the wall behind her was a paddle with a long leather strap that seemed out of place in the French Colonial setting."Son, I had the same problems you are experiencing probably about the same time in my marriage. Thank goodness I was informed. What are you doing?” she asked, nervously. “Oh, I have to take a shower too, remember?” Julie grinned at her. Cynthia nodded, and continued brushing. For some reason, she could not look away. Julie unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her marvelous 40D breasts popped out. Cynthia just stared, mesmerized by her friends breast size. Julie smiled to herself, feeling Cynthia’s eyes on her body as she pulled her panties down past her knees, letting them drop to the floor. Julie’s shaved.