"Good idea to stick with the tequila, we don't want to upset your tummy. Now drain those like a good little girl so we can get started," I said. I wat...hed as she opened both bottles and tilted one, then the other. Her throat worked, gulping the liquor, then she coughed. Christine's eyes, a gorgeous deep green now that I could see them, were watering from the sting of the tequila. She dropped the empties on the floor. Her hands were shaking a little and she looked like she might cry. I started. But I know you wouldn'thave wanted to do that."And Randy and Roger both had dates, and they spent lots of time alonewith them in their rooms. You would have been quite alone and lonely, oryou would've gotten... in the way."Look, I bet this is all very upsetting to hear. I don't blame you. Idon't think we were wrong for what we did, and still, I think you'rejustified in feeling upset. But I hope you'll get over it, because, if youlook at it from an outsider's point of view, I think it's clear. Bye Bradley," she said and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Then she leaned over Chris. First she turned her head toward Bradley and made sure the paper was still in front of his face, then she kissed Chris on the lips. It was anything but a motherly kiss. Her lips were soft, wet and warm, and filled with promise. Her tongue touched his lips for an instant.In spite of the fact that Chris was sitting at the table in front of his father, he returned the kiss, opening his mouth for her. But she thinks the last one was probably not much more than a dribble. He seemed actually relieved when the sun came. He was barely able to get dressed and walk out her door. She told me that her last view of his cock that morning was that it was very red and sore-looking.According to her, the beast was now released. For the next several months, she was sexually obsessed. She had started teaching part-time at a local community college just for something to do. Then she started looking at some.