She started shouting at her, “What the hell is going on? With whom you are talking?”And took her phone from her and saw my call on her phone. She ...lso shouted at me, “How dare you have such talks with my daughter?” I was too afraid and immediately cut the call. Next day when I met my girlfriend she told me that her mom took my number and told her to stop talking with me.But we still continued our late night phone sex when her mom used to sleep. But the change was our sex had reduced as her mom. Hesitantly I agreed and popped in a racing game and started to play, and after about ten minutes I got hungry and went downstairs to raid his fridge. I reached the bottom of the stairs and went into the kitchen and sure enough his mother was there, only now she was in sweats and a skin tight shirt that hugged her slender body and wrapped around her massive tits. She had told me before that when she was a teen she got drunk one night and got a boob job to go from a C bra to a double D. . They’d brought some books, both old and new, to read to Cat to keep her amused. Bob was reading one of the old ones and Jeanette was deep into a mystery from the library when Cat’s attention wandered.“Can we go eat now?”“Are you hungry?” There was a snack car on the train. While they had brought their own food, the tables were probably necessary. “We can eat when Maman gets to a stopping place.” Jeanette found a stopping place before Cat started to nag her. She took Cat to the ladies’ where. Either way, she’s growing up fast.”“Isn’t that the truth!” she said, finishing her egg and rising from the table. “Still, I’m a little worried about her….and you too. You miss Meg, don’t you?”Staring at my plate, fighting to hold back the tears, I nodded, “Yup! I do, but I‘m not alone. You miss Jack too. So does Candy. I can see it in your eyes, sometimes. But I think we’ll all be fine. Well, you have a good day. OK?”“Sure, and you too.” she answered, giving me a peck on the cheek.A couple of.