The doorman was no geneticist but even he could see that Andy was everything the newspaper had purported him to be - at least as far as his heritage."...h, I'm just going to head to the garage to get my car," Andy said. "Regan ... my girlfriend ... is buying an umbrella." The hotel would have been happy to let you use one of ours," Armand pointed out."Yeah," Andy said, smiling slightly. "The problem is that I tend to lose them as soon as the sun comes out. I wouldn't want to borrow something that. "Sorry, sweetie." Oh, that's OK, Mom. I had fun, too."She waggled her fingers.Lee hugged her."Good for you, sweetie." Mom, can Steph come over tonight after we go out for pizza?"I nodded when my spouse looked at me."Sure." Would it be OK if the boys came over for a little bit? Maybe even a swim?"This was beginning to sound interesting. I nodded again at my spouse."OK, sweetie, but not too late, OK?"She paused, sent a meaningful look my way. How did I know it was a meaningful look? Because Lee's. I was concerned and embarrassed, but excited too. Jaye downed her drink, grabbed Samuel's hand and said "Let's try this dancing thing again!" This time, her clothing posed no resistance: her legs spread wide as she straddled Samuel's muscled leg, grinding her crotch into it as she rubbed her breasts into his chest. The material of her bib was moved to the left and right but her breasts were pressed so hard into his chest no one saw anything -- although several folks were trying, Now and then he. I reluctantly said OK, see you Saturday @ 2.“So much more?” What does that mean? Their stronger? They have more stamina to last an hour and a half?Saturday morning I told my husband I won a massage at the parlor around the corner from us.Mmm that's nice.It's @ 2 so I'll be gone for a few hours this afternoon.Mmm that's nice.I wondered if he heard a word I said, or if he ever hears a word I say. We've been married for only five years and he rarely pays attention to me.I arrived at the massage.