I would spend time at the spa in the morning while hubby and my son did some activities. And evening at the pool with my hubby and son, and nighttime ...as for us to have sex.We were open about it with our son. He was good with it and seemed to enjoy it. He would see us seducing each other and get embarrassed as to how we acted like kids.So it was seven days to go. But then my husband got important work at his job, and he couldn’t make it. Although we were planning it for a weekend, I was ready. When I went around to the back, I discovered I was not the only one thinking the day was perfect for getting some sun. Molly was lying out on her belly on a chaise lounge chair, and other than a tiny piece of yellow fabric that sank into the crack of her lovely young ass; there was not a stitch on her!!! I did my best to act cool and not stare (The crooked lines of my mowing betray how poorly I did that!).She rose up on her elbows as she heard me coming into the back yard and smiled over at me. Every single one of them shook my hand and muttered condolences as they filed out past mum and I and for that little show of respect, we both sat down and wrote out thank you cards to them all when we got home with a list from the local vicar and the help of Fred who was turning out to be a valuable friend!We flew out three days later to Spain leaving behind a mass of diggers and earth movers beavering away under Fred's watchful eye, mum had stopped bleeding by then but I was still concerned. He had fumbled his way throughthe various sticks, trying to recall what he had seen conquests doing inthe morning, and although he thought he looked pretty much like a clownnow, she seemed satisfied.***It was sheer genius, she thought, as she watched the former-boy searchthrough the racks of clothing. To make him choose his own humiliationfor fear of something worse, it was a master-stroke. Thinking about thecontents of the bags they carried, she was certain that Beccy wasembarrassing himself.