He put Camille on hold before she could reply."Hi, Rita," he said cheerfully."Hi, Andy," Rita replied. "You're supposed to call your mom." I'm talking...to her right now," he said. "Do you want to talk to Regan?" I can wait," Rita said."It's no problem," Andy told her. "I can call Mom back from someone else's phone. Hold on a second."Again, he switched the call before Rita could answer."Mom?" he asked. "I'll call you back in a minute."Camille was left staring at the dead phone in her hand. She. On impulse I went to see the motor home. It was now open and smelled of glue. The paneling was all in and done very well. Cabinets had been installed and all had a special catch to keep them closed when the home was moving along the road. The engine and air conditioner were in place but there was no furniture, not even the driver's chair.The vehicle seemed to be alive in some fashion and this made me happy. With a wave I left the men to their jobs and went home.On the way I thought again of. I arrived at his house about one o'clock, in shorts and shirt he wasn't changed he invited me in to his bed room, he told me his parents and sister was out and wouldn't be back till five at the earliestWe then started talking about what had happened ,he asked if I enjoyed itI replied yes He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and took off his trousers then stood in front of me his hand pushed down the front of his pants taking hold of his cockI found it a real turn on watching his hand moving. " After their bath together, they dressed and Connie and Ted drove to visit his grandparents, and her parents, for their weekly visit. That evening, they dressed and went out to eat. Over dinner, they discussed what they had done, and Connie admitted that he had made her feel desirable and wanted. Then she told him, "Ted, we must never allow ourselves to be intimate again, as it is so wrong, and i*****l." Yet that night, they engaged twice more in carnal desires, and in the morning, once.