I’ll call your dad later.” I asked, “Did you have some tools to give him?” He looked confused and said, “What, what tools?” I said, “...ever mind, it’s just that Mum said last week you had brought some tools round for Dad.” He turned back to go and said, “No, no tools. I’ll call him later.” I had to get him back; I couldn’t let him leave. He took a step away and I said, “I saw you.” He kept walking and I said a bit louder, “I saw you and Mum!” He froze, turned around and stepped back and. Finally she removed his blouse, and skimming it from his shoulders left him wearing only his underwear, white panties and a little white cotton bra clamped to his boyish chest. His breasts were flushed and his perky nipples could be seen pushing at the material. Her hands moved over his bare back, stroking him down from his neck to the thrust of his bottom, then she began to kiss the top of his breasts as she reached behind to undo the clasp on his bra. Ah, yes, bare titties! Boy titties. Maybe. Carol sighed and we fell into our most familiar dance, her arms around my neck and my hands on her back slowly caressing her ass.The four of us settled into a comfortable rhythm with each of us taking turns dancing with Carol. We also kept drinking the Cristal. While sitting in the booth, Carol was constantly flashing her tits and lifting her dress so we could see her cunt. I could see that this was getting out of control and so around midnight I decided we should head back home.Carol whined. I love the music in that play. I’m hoping I'll sell the most calendars. I told my mother that I was going out to canvas the neighborhood to try and sell these calendars. “Be careful sweetie. Don’t be going into strangers houses.” “Good grief! I’m eighteen years old mother. I’m not a child.” I got ready and started to canvas my neighborhood. Our home is in a development of one hundred and seventy five homes. There is only one entrance and one exit on the road. There are many streets in the.