I could see that same lack of confidence that Emma exhibited as well.“Absolutely! If you weren’t married to my brother ... well...” I once again...let my gaze rest for a few seconds on her swelling tits.“Oh Jeff!” she said as she playfully swatted my arm. “You could have your pick of any beautiful girl you want. What would you do with an old mother like me?”“Maria, like I said, you look better than most girls of any age I know. And as for what I would do with you ... well ... I guess we’ll just. Then cute little dresses, and stockings and garter belts with bras to match. I wanted to look great no matter what stage of undress I was caught in. Also one cute little Teddy would make the list complete.“You must remember, at this point we were hot for sex, but totally ignorant of what we would run into.”Finally the weekend came and I’d been packing since Wednesday, and getting more excited each day. We were leaving on Friday afternoon, and I was going to look wonderful when we arrived. I was. Surely, they were deliberate, even if indistinct? I’d never have seen them without the light, but magnified, they were there.I started to note the words under which they appeared and something heart-breaking appeared.In the first sentence, the words marked read, “I - hate - him.” The second paragraph, which made no sense at all, was still more disturbing. “Truth - buried - under - cot.”In the passage that started, ‘Dr Martin’ it read thus. “Martin - trying - to - kill - me. I - desire -. It's not right."She threw her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders. Her eyes screwed into a squint, Betty dropped her hands to her cunt. With her thumbs she peeled back the outer cunt lips, rubbing her nails along the sensitive flesh between her smaller and larger lips."Here, baby, I can do that better for you. I got a better aim." David was fucking her with his toes, laughing at her piss- slicked face and body while screwing his toe up into her cunt.And what was terrible, what was.