I stood up, but when I did Mrs. West's hand brushed against my thigh. I played it off like I didn't notice.The father also stood up and walked in fron... of me, "Remember what I said Jackson."With one more yes sir, We left and walked down the side walk heading towards the park."Sorry about my dad, he can be mean." She said and looked away like she was ashamed of him."He is... interesting. How is your mom be so kind and your father be so... that?" I still was in shock, I didn't even look at her to. "Good! I was afraid you had left" She laughed. I joined her in the kitchen where she was preparing some kind of drink. I put my hands on her shoulders and put my lips on her neck. She shivered. I loved that. My nose in her hair and my lips found her ears. The smell and taste of her was incredible. She finished the drinks and turned in my arms. Her face looked up at me and I kissed her. She had a wet mouth. Her lips were wet. Her hands grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her. We kissed. I mean us guys use something to sort of get us going... to get worked up... like dirty pictures or something." Dirty pictures?" said Amy. She appeared thoroughly confused."You know, naked pictures, pictures of women posing naked," informed Ike."Oh my god," whispered Sarah. "Just looking at naked girls makes it get hard?" Why do you think Bobby's dick was already hard?" said Ike. "Cause he saw Pamela naked, that's why."I blushed, as did Pamela."Really?" gasped Amy. "I didn't know..." Don't be. Probably the first time he left, for basic training, and Mom wound up draped across his chest crying about her "baby having grown up," Maeve thought with a sad sniff and a stern admonition to herself for thinking about all of this again. Shameera had left the next day for New York and then London to report back to work now that her ankle was more or less fully healed, though she still had to get it back up to strength. The beautiful Afghani woman had wryly told both Maeve and Con that her.