So what happened, Betty? And what did my son do….I’ll be talking to him in a few minutes…believe me! I waited a bit, Betty continued…they said...they weren’t going to do anything, they just wanted a “show”. So I figured why not, and started out of the water. But that was when they pulled out their phones and got pictures. I was so startled, I guess incredulous….I didn’t know whether to go back, go forward, what to do! So I just walked up and started putting my clothes on. I tried to ignore them. Sometimes my mood is wrong or other stuff, but he hasn't hassled me about those times. But you are absolutely right. When I am in the mood, I almost want to attack him. I don't because I don't want to scare him away."Rob laughed at her last comment, but nodded his head in agreement with what she was saying. "How would it be if you just restricted your dating to going along with us? Then you wouldn't get into a situation where you were alone with a guy."Before the first snowfall that year, Emily. "And besides, I think Robin wouldn't mind meeting Thomas."He of course knew Thomas, Susan's son. One of those perfect kidseveryone loved to hate - an "A" student, valedictorian, popular withgirls. He had graduated from college just last year, and the Portnersbragged about him all the time."Ok, we'll be there." Rob heard Deb say. He shot Deb dagger eyes, butit was too late. The commitment had been made. And with thePortner's, he knew once you said yes there was no changing your mind.By the. Her breasts were not large but they were firm, no sag at all. Her areolas were a dark pink and her nipples were a bit darker. They were hard and erect.Deborah unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. She pushed them down over my hips as I lifted her skirt and slipped my hand into her panties.She gasped as my fingers touched the lips of her vagina. I pushed first one finger then two into her. She was unbelievably tight, wet and hot.I grabbed her in my arms and carried her to the old couch. I lay.