She looked stunning and, getting right to the matter in hand as it were, and dispensing with the pleasantries of offering anything to drink, she led m... straight towards the bedroom. The sight of her rear end swaying from side to side in that leather skirt and the sound of her nylons rubbing together made me start to get erect.Turning round in the middle of the dimly-lit bedroom Ann look straight at me as said “strip”. Unlike the first time I had undressed for Ann I wasn’t in any way shy and I. You raised me and always treated me right and supported me in what I wanted to do. I just can't get too angry, or even angry at all, for what was done and can't be undone. What you did, at the time, to you, seemed like good reasons. So, if you want my forgiveness, too, then I forgive you." Tom went over to his father and gave him a big hug."Thanks, son. That's more than I deserve."Sara spoke up. "Like Tom said, what's done can't be undone. I choose to believe that you really are contrite so.... He narrowed his eyes as the footsteps stopped, feet shuffled, and whispers exchanged."You tell him." No, you. Wuz yer ideer." Fine!" The crewman cleared his throat and spoke in a louder voice. "Uh, Capt'n? We wanna talk to ya 'bout sumthing."Riddon scanned the horizon once more before turning around. He scowled at the three crewman and growled, "Yeah? Whaddaya want?"The crewman in the lead hesitated and glanced at one of his compatriots, who jabbed him in the ribs with a whispered "go on!" He. Lovely and perfect regardless.The tent lies ahead, reaching into the sky, circusy and colourful, striped, slanted, big. The edges turned up slightly, bulging down and arcing up, water collected in the distended material, water balloons sighing with envy. She glances back at me, catching my gaze for a second. Something glistens in her eye slightly, from the rain probably; but maybe not. My breath catches slightly in my throat. Not the rain.The bench she leads me to is covered by the tent, but.