“Henry is my son, is he not?”“No!”Sandrine took a step forward.“You would deny it, sir?”Henry interrupted his stare at Sandrine and turned...to his father.“Father? Is this true? How—”Henry’s father made a comforting noise and put his arm around the boy’s shoulders. Sandrine saw pain the father’s eyes but he was not immediately hostile.“You will excuse my son, please. Perhaps we could continue this conversation in a day or so? I must prepare him, and his mother.”His eyes were pleading now.. ” Naked except for her top, she padded down the hallway to the driver’s seat. Pushing a few buttons, she started up an auxiliary generator.The boys were surprised at the quiet rumble of the generator starting up, but then lights flickered on, and the camper seemed to subtly come alive. Molly came back into the bedroom and opened a cabinet door at the foot of the bed, inside was a large flat screen television. She pushed a button on the console and turned it on, then took the DVD from Toby and. I had just put the pizza on the desk when I heard the knock at the door, perfect again thinking highly of myself. I checked the peep hole just to be sure and got an eye full of gratuitous cleavage, yep it was definitely her. When I opened the door she rushed in, “ok we have to be quick” she said as she flicked off her sandals. She was wearing a thin strapped tank top which was struggling under the weight of magnificent breasts. Beneath the shirt was no bra to be seen just a thin piece of fabric. I certainly wasnt going to bring it up, but neither did she. It was the following weekend when Amy subtly led into the subject. That saturday evening we had been to the birthday party of a friend of ours' home. When we got home at about 11:00pm we had a few more drinks on our own while playing some cards.“So, um.. what do you think Trevor got Chelsea for her birthday?” Amy asked with a funny lilt in her voice.I looked up and saw the coy smile on her lips as she continued to look at the cards in.