" How will that affect you, since Mademoiselle Danglars was not among the number here who thought of you? Truly, she might have thought of you at home..." I have no fear of that; or, if she did, it was only in the same way in which I think of her." Touching sympathy! So you hate each other?" said the count."Listen," said Morcerf--"if Mademoiselle Danglars were disposed to take pity on my supposed martyrdom on her account, and would dispense with all matrimonial formalities between our two. I shrugged, letting Eric know that I sympathized, but there was nothing more I could do, given the situation. He gave me one last sour look over his shoulder, and then concentrated on jollying Ingrams.I was bored, so I took to looking in the stands to see if anybody I knew was watching. Matthew Hartigan, the sports reporter from our local paper, was sitting in the front row, writing in his notebook. I knew that by the start of the game he would be in his customary seat, top row center. Just up. "There was a full moon out, so after dinner we went for a drive along the coast, parking at the end of a road overlooking the ocean."What a view," I said, looking at the full moon reflected on the ocean's surface.Suddenly mom's hand drifted over to my lap, resting on my cock."Bet you got another nice view for me down here?" she purred. "Bet I can see it easily in the light of the full moon."Now she unzipped me and pulled it out. It had been a couple of hours since I had climaxed, so it took all. Report back to yourroom immediately and I hope you two have learned a lesson here." Yes Mrs. Sanchez," said Walter, mortified and turning away beat red."I?m sorry." Sorry won?t cut it young lady, but we?ll deal with that in themorning," said Mrs. Sanchez sternly. "Now off you go."Walter turned, walking quickly as he hurried back to the room, anxiousto get out of the mayhem. Once he got clear of their sight, he couldcare less how he looked as he broke into a quick jog, feeling his dressand hair.