”“It’s you, mom. You are so beautiful.”My jaw dropped and I think I turned every single shade of red that existed in the spectrum. I was utter...y speechless at the unexpected answer.“Mom, are you OK? Are you mad at me?”“Oh, no honey I am flattered that you find me attractive. I don’t mind, but you can’t let your father ever suspect,” I said.“Um, okay,” he said with a slight blush coming over his face.“Need a hand then?” I asked with a smile.He nodded his head and I quickly got on the bed to help. He winced and uttered, "Oh, boy." He began rubbing his eyes to relieve the sudden headache. It was the same news article, from the same paper, as Tanya and her father had read in the back of the limousine Tuesday night."The FCC, on the behest of the Administration, is instructing all production houses of both TV and movies for North American distribution, that they want to see more of people in future productions." Uncle Charlie grinned sheepishly. "That's kind of wishy-washy, ain't it?. Everyone should be treated equally." "I'm not judging you. Look, this year in France has taught me some important lessons. One of them is that Americans are far too Puritan. The French think nothing about having affairs. We worry over every little thing from a sex scene on TV to nudity on the beach. If a married politician is caught with another woman, you would think they were assassins. My goodness, we need to get over it. "I want to finish out your calendar reunions by having you over for. ”“Dan and I noticed she was a little frisky with you yesterday sneaking your hand inside her dress to feel her tits, and now we know the reason,” Claudia mentioned.“She practically wore me out last time. I just hope I have the stamina to fuck her daily for the next seven months.”“If you get too tired, I’m sure Dan won’t mind giving you a helping cock, or mouth,” Claudia smiled at him. Dan gave her a shocked stare, not believing her blunt offer.“You’d really let Dan fuck me?” Trudy couldn’t.