‘Danny’s on You Tube.’ Mom took hold of Becca’s cell and moved it to where she could clearly see the images. I was standing on the small stage...at Breens. Becca could be seen behind her keyboard. I watched them closely and then Mom’s eyes moved to look directly at me. I felt as if she could see through me with the intensity of her stare. Her face softened and she smiled. I wondered if the awkwardness between us had gone. It didn’t. Even with Becca staying until after dinner Mom was distant. By. “I thought you might say that.” Michelle smiled back. “Go downstairs and wait, I don't want you to see me until I'm ready.” She was still kneeling between my legs and quickly took my cock and kissed the end before she stood up. I pulled my jeans on and went down into the lounge and put the TV on. About a quarter of an hour later Michelle called for me and I went back upstairs.She was stood with her feet crossed at the end of the bed wearing black leather shoes, white knee-high socks, a short. Huh, guess I missed that one. George placed the dictionary on the small table beside his chair and picked up the stapled papers once again. He was still rereading them when his wife came out of the small house they had lived in since his early retirement five months previously. She looked over at him and sat impatiently in the chair on the other side of the table and said, ‘Damn it George, just sign the damn thing. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You have more than enough to get by. It was the break from the conversation that we needed. I was not comfortable with it at all. I had given Julie a rock-solid promise that she would be the only woman in my life then bingo up pops Debbie who wants me to bed her to get her pregnant. Not really the way to start a one on one, exclusive, long-term relationship.When we got home, the house looked bare. Debbie had organized a bed, a table and chairs, a refrigerator and a washing machine. Not very lavish furnishing for a five-bedroom.