I could not help but hang of his every word, his chuckles and banter too cute. With a womanly skill to multi task he lovingly prepared several dishes,...all ready to serve at the exact same time. The aromas blending, sending my taste buds into a whirl. All the while my longing for this man building inside me, my bottom unconsciously squirming inside my tight blue jeans. I sensed my fine white panties gleaming with anticipation as I gazed down his torso and pants, imagining, knowing that which lay. It had been sucha terrible week, but now, everything seemed healed and better. Then hesaid a little prayer of thanks that he had all of his girls with him,today.The rest of the dinner was a blur of discussions of dress styles,colors, hair styles. Things that, even before Bob had started changing,he knew much more about than Marybeth did. She sat back and enjoyed thechatter, but kept her eyes on Bob. He was definitely different. Morelike a mother than a father.After dinner, while Bob cleared the. ”She giggled.“I bet she didn’t have that kind of hug in mind!”“Possibly not. Remind me, and I’ll hug you again later, more sedately.”“Yes please! A girl can never have enough hugs!”I kissed her again, still enjoying the feel of her soft warm body against mine. Then I thought of something else Mum had sent, and sat up.“Can I interest you in some tea and biscuits? Mum gave me a box to bring over.”She giggled again at my rather sudden change of subject. It was a sign of how comfortable we were in. I should have known better and kept quiet, they weren't really arguingbut sometimes you wouldn't know. They were as thick as thieves andalways looked out for each other."What do you guys do, are you like lesbians or does she still stick itin you and give you a good shafting?" Ell! Where did you learn such language?" Oh I hear the boys say things like, I'd give her one, I'd like to giveher a good shafting or I'd fuck her. They boast about how they gave agirl a screaming orgasm, when the most.