These disloyal, disgraceful, distasteful… horrible… things that were taking place.And worst of all, after all had been said and done, I feared tha... what I was seeing and hearing now was going to ruin my good feelings towards my mom forever.She was with some man I hadn’t seen before and he was fondling her breasts. He had her trapped between his massive frame and the kitchen island.I wished I could say I was witnessing a rape.Visually, everything matched.This mountain of a guy clearly wasn’t. "You should go." Nobody was going to call the cops, but no need to stick around. Except...He turned to Amy who was staring at him with wide eyes, a knuckled fist concealing her open-mouthed horror. Somehow, he knew it wasn't because she cared about the guy on the ground or because she felt Greg was wrong to do what he did."It's going to be worse for you when you get home because of me, isn't it?"Nodding mutely, she stared at the man curling in upon himself on the floor, the beginning of tears. She whispered that the call was from an old high school boyfriend, Danny. My eyebrows went up in interest. I knew who Danny was as she had told me about him years ago. He was the original, hot-to-trot, always on the make, “Italian Stallion”.If her mom found out he had called, she would go out and kill him. She hated Danny with a passion that was extreme. He had pursued Gina all through high school and they had dated briefly. Her Mom put an end to that relationship with a typical Italian. He followed her to the bathroom, it hurt to walk, he was still lockedin his shoes, his legs were so sore from kneeling all night. Theyentered the bathroom, she closed the door and locked it.She pointed to the toilet. He blushed. "Well?" she asked."I can't pull down my pantyhose and panties with my wrists locked," headmitted.She giggled. "Oh then, I will pull down your pantyhose and panties,"She accented the your, making him blush more. Bending down her handsslid up his legs, slowly. She took.