"Bob? What the hell is going on here?"Bob had no plan of any kind.Lucy's eyes narrowed. He'd been right when he told the teens she could read him like...a book. She did that now."Bob?" Her voice sounded puzzled. "Why do you look so nervous? And why are you sweating?" I don't feel good," he said, his voice still weak. "I think I'd better go." I think you'd better stay," said Lucy, her voice now stern. "What the fuck happened on this camping trip?"All three teens gasped as one. It was the first. " I matched him passion for passion, we were indeed one. We only had one major fight, and it was about money. We had it, and he would make me spend time with him understanding our finances and investments. I told him as long as I had him I would never have to worry. I'll never forget what he said." Honey, there may come a time when I'm not here. If that happens, I want you to mourn me, and not worry about your future while you do. This is to protect you and our kids, now please pay attention.". "I'm going to head out for a while. Too much studying fries the brain," I said. Both Ronnie and Connie looked nervous all of a sudden. I knew that Ronnie worried about being alone with her - not that he was thinking about doing anything, more that he was afraid that she thought he was."We could go, too," Ronnie said, starting to get up."No. We don't have to. I mean, if you don't mind," Connie said, looking at Ronnie."I don't mind," he said, looking relieved."I'm glad we got that sorted out," I. So I put my hand on her tittie. Her handis between my thighs, my hand is between hers. I've learned to mirrorother people in bed. They usually are doing to you what they want doneto themselves. They are using you like a map to guide you to where theylive. Her hand is on my ass; my hand is on hers.* * *Later, when we get home, we have cake and chocolate ice cream at thekitchen table together. It's the part of the evening I've been lookingforward to the most. I have an extra half-helping.