I rolled towards her and drew her into my arms, her scent of orange blossoms filling my nose, her beautiful eyes capturing me. It felt right. I felt l...ke she belonged in my arms. The attraction I had for her felt both familiar and exciting. She fit me, physically and emotionally. She completed me.“What changed?” I asked.Amelia pressed herself against me. “I decided the old man was right. You’re my lobster.”Confused, I asked, “What old man? Right about what? And what’s a lobster got to do with. Most children don’t refer to their parents by their first names. Who am I kidding? David IV always called us Dave and Cora. Beck didn’t start calling me Cora until she moved out of my house and Charlie never did ... mostly ... never did.The two grown women were making a beeline towards the man but when I supplied the bag they made a severe detour and ended up stopping in front of me. They joined hands.Like twins they said, “He’s married, to me, so don’t be getting any ideas.”They didn’t say Us. Gently kissing me on the neck, your hands tenderly caressing my body, you slowly lift my dress as you slip a hand under, feeling between my legs how moist and receptive to your touch I am. I moan softly with pleasure as your fingers pull my dripping wet knickers to one side, exposing the warmth of my vagina you gently part my lips with two fingers, gliding them up my slit directly to my clitoris, I move my legs apart so you can have full access to me from all angles. Your fingers feel so good. An hour of private instruction at the beginning of the school year once your problems were identified would have solved everything. Instead, you've had to suffer through a year of being behind, thinking you're not as smart as the other kids. So now instead of having to make up an hour, you have to make up the whole year. But don't worry. By the end of the summer, you're going to be caught up with the rest of the kids your age. You might even be a little ahead." Thank you!" Kari exclaimed, tears.