This is our last Homecoming, and we need to make it special. We need to make some plans, Robinson!"I grinned at Bobby's enthusiasm and gave up any pre...ense of ambivalence. "Okay, Bobby, you're right. We have eight, right? You and Betty Lou, Willie and Amy Sue, Kenny and Lisa, and me and my date," I counted them off on my fingers. Bobby and Betty Lou nodded."Any chance Mary Jo and I can horn in on this," Jesse Caldwell asked as he set his tray down next to me."Mary Jo and you?" I asked, turning. Eric works all the time and has no interest in sex anymore. I have needs and, you will hate me for this, but I have a pretty strong desire for your son, too. Please don't hang up on me. I just need to talk this out before I lose my mind." Calm down, Shelley. I don't hate you and I am not going to hang up on you. I am flattered that you think my son is desirable. I feel the same way about Jim. I tell you what. Why don't you come over here for awhile and we can talk through this in person. I. It sounded like it would work OK. In any case, we would know pretty soon.When Jeri returned, I helped her put away the groceries, and asked her if she'd care for a drink. "Sure," she said, so I fixed her a Gin Tonic, her usual. I fixed a Scotch and water for myself, very mild so I could stay alert and coordinated. We went to the rec room, talked about work and about going on a vacation to Lake Tahoe next summer, and danced to some '50s music on mine weak.Jeri was enjoying the mood, and her body. He snorted loudly and fumbled for his handkerchief once more. As he snorted into it I could see him looking directly between my legs. I obliged the dear old fellow by opening them a little wider giving him a clear glimpse of my still quite wet pussy. By now he was almost squirming in his seat, he could clearly see my freshly shaved pussy, the moist lips quite open to his gaze. I sat there, quite still for what seemed like ages, him looking quite intently at my exposed labia. Poor soul, he just.