Not that they actually do it, but they think about it, is that true?"I should have known that Cindy would be at the bottom of something as idiotic as ...hat question. Cindy and her husband Ralph were our next door neighbors. They had moved in a year ago and Fran and Cindy had become fast friends. Ralph was a nice enough guy, but if you looked up the definition of the word "slut" in the dictionary you would probably find a picture of Cindy next to it. I did not have certain knowledge of Cindy's. ..your father's story or the wayyou look?" Both!" I didn't quite know what to say. "I'm not really sure what I'msupposed to do! Shouldn't I be mad at Carol for getting me into anothermess? But, what mess? Nobody's upset! You and Dad aren't even all thatsurprised."Mom squeezed my hands. "Honey, what you are forgetting is that we've beenthrough this before. What dad didn't tell you was that he was veryconfused and had a hard time adjusting. We even talked about thissituation before we got. Relationship with Armonde..." Jhoni told me, her sweet voice full of warmth as she smiled at me. "Not just the sexual aspects of what he, well, did with me..."I nodded my head in agreement."Mmm ... even before my ahhh, father died..." Jhoni said as she turned and walked to the kitchen preparation island, "when I was over visiting, well ... at their home, I got lots of hugs from him. Armonde would, you know, hold Inger Marie and me on his lap and tell us stories or ask us about school, perhaps. When she talked, it was more of a whisper. A very pleasurable whisper. I moved onto her other breast and did the same thing with her moaning and gasping. I pulled back and put my hand on her hips, sliding the rest of her dress down. ‘Mason…I…don’t…’ she managed out as I fondled her huge tit in my hand. I looked up at her and put on a small puppy dog face. ‘What baby?’ I whisper out, putting my lips against her stomach. ‘Don’t you like it when I touch you?’ ‘Yes. But…don’t tease me. I don’t.