It reminded Jennifer of a lioness playing with her lion. Henry dove into her neck, kissing and licking. Jennifer watched him sit up, taking Denise w...th him. He stood and threw her over his shoulder. She watched Denise slap at Henry’s ass as they left the bedroom, turning the light out.“It’s over,” Jennifer thought. She was wrong.Another light source got her attention. It was their back yard. She could see into it, but only half of the pool area. She saw Henry, his mom on his shoulder,. I then went around the back and took some shots of mom's gorgeous ass and legs. As I clicked away with my SLR, manual-wind camera (these were the old days !) mom pulled her skirt up a little higher, but not enough for me to see the tops of her stockings. So I laid down on the floor for a better angle and was rewarded with a shot looking way up her skirt ! Oh boy it was glorious, I was in heaven.I took my time as I snapped away trying hard for a glimpse of her panties, but it was a little too. That thought buzzed in her brain and her alarm bells went off. What she and Robert had must remain a secret. All would be lost if anyone besides her children found out.The kids exploded into action, running around, cleaning the already-clean house, like they had before the last disaster that had been a visit for dinner by Robert Nettleton. This time they would know who he was, and what that meant to their mother. This time it would go much better.Robert showed up at the front door precisely on. "This place is a dump, Shelly." Well I didn't say we were moving in, and you can go back and wait in the car if you want to." Well maybe I should, cause by the looks of this neighborhood, we might come out and find it up on blocks and the wheels gone, or stolen altogether."Shelly seemed to agree with my assessment but ushered me inside anyway after opening the front door, which she hadn't even bothered to knock on, and so I took my first look around a place where my big sister had apparently.