Our parents certainly noticed the differences, and on more than a few occasions we saw our mothers practically lining up with one or two guys.The othe... thing we saw was that people would engage with more than one person. Dad was doing Mrs. Roberts, but he was thrusting his fingers in and out of Mrs. Grisham. Then he pulled his cock out and moved to Mrs. Grisham—she sort of wailed when he slid into her—while Jodie's dad took over in Mrs. Roberts, grabbing her boobs as he did her. In another. I inched closer to her, slowly. My dick was hard by then, and I adjusted it to lie flat against my stomach. I gently ran my hands over her back. She wasn’t wearing any bra. My hand moved lower to her ass. No panties either. I was really excited by then. Also a bit scared as well.I waited a few minutes and heard nothing but her rhythmic breathing. I closed my eyes and casually put my hand around her waist- acting as if I did it in sleep- and waited. No response from her. I moved my hand up her. ”Bingo!Carrie immediately shifted from inquisitor to supporter. “Oh, Tommy, I’m, so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad, thinking about your family. Please forgive me.”She had no way of knowing that we were thinking of two entirely different mothers, and that was for the best. We talked about ... well ... not much. Then again, we talked about everything, just not much of anything about everything, We just talked and Carrie seemed to be willing to talk for the rest of the year. When I got back. I was ashamed of myself, ashamed that I had been so insensitive. She had done nothing to deserve such a crass remark. How could I profess to love her and yet come out with something like that? She did not deserve someone like me. It was more than that; I did not deserve someone like her. I caught up with her in the kitchen."Clare, I am really sorry. I can't take the words back, but believe me, I would if I could."She looked at me though red-rimmed eyes. "How could you say such a thing?"I tried.