They were a little older than me, and both were attending the University of Florida. As she spoke she sounded proud, but there seemed to be a hint of ...adness there. In fact she looked the exact way I felt when I spoke of my mom or my aunt.She had trailed off, and I was unsure if I should change the subject or not. Taking a chance that maybe she wanted to talk, I asked if they were close, and if they called often. I felt like an ass when she shook her head and said that they had not been close. ” George looked at the tree, at the axe marks that were already scored deep into the wood. “I can’t see much wrong with that. It looks perfectly OK to me.” “Yeah, well I’ve been told to take it down.” He picked up his axe and began to swing with powerful yet measured strokes. George watched, enjoying the easy manner in which Fred wielding the axe. As he watched, something began to stir within his mind. This could be the one. This could be the piece of wood he. When I was young, my Mom and Dad, in the bedroom next to mine, would make noises late at night that awakened me and, full of curiosity, I would sneak out on the balcony, and peak into their room to see the reason for the noises…there were my naked parents having sex…I saw Dad’s thick cock and Mom sucking on it, playing with his ball sack, his fingers cuddling her hair…then having more sex and enjoying it…hence the noises. Like most children I admired my Mom and Dad…and also wanted the same. "I'll think about it," I said as Iopened the car door. "I'll see you tomorrow at eight. Oh and thanksfor driving today."Once back in the house I grabbed Jenny and dragged her into my bedroomand closed the door."You are not going to believe what Seth just asked me," I said."It can't be good with that expression on your face," she replied."He asked if I would be his pretend girlfiend." I explained our theoryon women and the way they responded to a guy already involved."Well, I suppose there is.