She thought we could all ‘be together’ and have some fun, before anything got too serious.Now, I read that ‘get together’ in a simple, plain, ...nd naïve way, as in we’ll just have a cookout or something along those lines. Beth had other ideas that didn’t come across until the visit by Brad and Megan was underway. Ginger understood things about the way I had. We were getting old and out of touch, I guess.On Thursday the following week we again gathered for a communal dinner on our back patio. The. I really forgot about them for the whole afternoon, until as we were folding up Ang suggested Jill and I say a few words to them. I gestured to one of the security guys to let the twelve individuals in – five woman and seven men, most with cameras. The three of us walked over to meet them. We stood in a rough circle.Ang greeted them cordially and we did polite introductions, shaking hands and greeting; however, at the start, the questions flew in Jill and my direction."Jim, you looked pretty. Here I was behind closed doors with Bobby's mother, while he and Serena watched football in the other room. "So what do you like, Hank, you like French?" Hope said, taking off her bra and showing off those massive jugs again."I can give you some nice French and then you can fuck me any old way you want," she said, pulling off her panties and then reaching over to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans.And then she reached in and pulled it out."Oooooh whee!" she smiled. "Looks like Bobby's got. If you want to fuck I would like that very much. I have a feeling sex with you would be pretty special. If you want to do other stuff but not fuck that would be okay too; not as good but okay. Or if you just want to sit here and titillate each other we can do that. If you change your mind and want none of the above I will still have enjoyed our time together."Home run, Arnie, I thought. The son-of-a-bitch was a smooth, confident operator. In preparation before he arrived I had unzipped my.