I thought to myself, “Your too late lady. I’m in deep shit and looking for a diving board!” I got the bartender’s attention and ordered two bl...ody Mary. We moved to a small table to enjoy our wait together. My name is Dave. I said as I offered her my hand. “Peggy” she responded. When our hands touched my cock sent me a 3 alarm shiver that ran right up my spine.My jeans were calling for reinforcements to keep my pecker from over running the boundary of its stitching. Like I said, I’ve been in. My birth mother was fourteen when she got pregnant, and my parents – the ones who raised me – thought they couldn’t have children. They’d been trying for years with no results, and trust me, nobody expected Josh to happen.”“So you and Josh aren’t blood relatives?”My mom was quiet and I almost heard the click of connections in her mind over the many miles and time zones separating us. “Mia, were you… were you talking about Josh that first night when I came to your room?”“Yes,” I said. “I’m in. " The rim of the glass touched my lips and I imagined for a moment it was her tongue parting my lips. In one swift moment, Heather placed her palms on the coping and launched herself out of the pool, both breasts freeing themselves as her top betrayed her. As she stood, she quickly covered them up with a boisterous laugh. Everyone else seemed too absorbed in their conversations to notice. She grabbed her towel and began patting herself dry as she walked towards me. I smiled approvingly of her. "Oh, that would be lovely!" she answered. And he walked to the gramophone in the corner of the room and put on a lovely melody for her. It filled the room with even more romance, if that was possible. She smiled and started humming along with the song."You have a lovely voice, my dear." he said."Oh Eric, I feel so happy tonight. If I could get up out of this chair, I would let you waltz me around the room!" Oh, you would?" he asked with a wicked smile. And he stood up and picked her up out of.