"Cheers," she said in parting.Nick grabbed a couple of beers from the kitchen and plunked himself down on the couch. He handed one to Debbie and quick...y sucked his down.Debbie said, "You look spent. I guess all the moving really took a lot out of you." It sure did."Debbie leaned against him, her soft brown, shoulder length hair falling onto his cheek. Debbie was only 18, and not much more experienced at sex then Nick was. Her tits were half Rachel's size, and she had a tangled triangle of dark. She felt his long manhood rubbing against her thigh. She knew she should stop him but instead she just let her head rest against his strong, black muscular shoulders. The chaperone had to come uncouple them several times that evening."Let's go somewhere quiet," he whispered into her ear. "And git away from alla these here people." She nodded her agreement.Marilyn felt herself being guided to his powerful black car. If the kind of car one drove said something about them, this car was perfect for. “Hope I didn’t spoil it?” she said. Debbie looked up in mock shock. “I mean, you were able to finish it off were you?”Debbie grinned and shook her head.“Like I could carry on wanking knowing my mother had seen me,” Debbie chided.“Oh, Love. I’m so sorry,” Diane said and stood and cuddled her daughter’s head to her stomach. Debbie put her arms around her mother and felt her hair being stroked. “My little girl is growing up.”They stood for a moment and then Diane pulled back and looked at her. She would love the moments where dinner would be cooked, she can walk in the house and everything would be taken care of, including her. All of the time she takes care of everyone else and it is midnight until she can slip into the bubbles in the tub with a glass of wine and the candles lit. Then she still lays in the tub and fantasizes about her husband of 15 years coming into the bathroom and asking her how he can make her water hotter. She knows not to expect that, as he shows no interest in.