The mental image I have even today of a father... my father, is the image of Ted. I haven't seen him now in years, but many times during these last ye...rs, especially these last two, I wished I had had his strong caring shoulders to cry on.What changed my life forever was Janice. In the beginning of our relationship, Janice represented to me the image of what a mother and a wife should be, but she was also my image, my role model, of what a person, and a feminine woman, should be.I would like to. " Hurts, don't it," I said in a playful voice. "Now you know how Rebecca feels." That line wasn't playful."Who are you?" He asked as he stood.As he got to his feet, I backhanded him again and again he fell."Doesn't make any difference. Let's just say I'm an interested bystander." I knelt next to him and slapped him again."God, stop," Brad pleaded, putting up his hands to protect himself."I want you to remember our little talk Brad." I grabbed his hair and turned his eyes toward me. "If you ever. It was fun as everybody around me, did not know what I was up to. A few guys and couples swam passed me and some smiled at me and I returned with a grin. And just as I was about to cum, one guy had to swim passed just in front of me. I just could not be bothered to stop and I was sure that my face expressions gave me away! He then swam on his back, looking back at me and gave me a victory sign with his fingers. How cute! I did likewise too. At least I got to cool off in a nice way and headed. So I said my good bye and started to head out. Tammy caught me before I made it to my truck and asked if I wanted to meet later and I was flattered and told her yes. She said she need to drop the kid and would call me later. An hour later my phone rang a Tammy was free and wanted to meet so I told her where I was staying and that she could come up if she wanted. She arrived about thirty minutes later looking as good or better than earlier. I couldn’t keep my hand off her. When she came through.