He loved us the way he could, I guess we did the same too. But, but, but as long as I m alive, I wish we could have been better dad-son. Wish I was st...pider. Wish I could enjoy TV along with him, or be there every day making life for him, or I was never born so he could spare the time he spent on me and did what he enjoyed most a more. I will never know.I have regrets, now that he is dead. I had them when he was alive. I think I tried to live his life for him. I backed out frequently allowing. They were laughing a lot as if displaying their sexy bodies equally, no cheating sort of culture. We both the males were rubbing our crotch through our pants, naturally we felt horny. We leered at their beautiful figure in the underwear through the gap of window.“Vinod, come, here goes,” I whispered being excited.The ladies together moved their hands behind the back to unhook bra. I saw my wife to strip many times, but seeing together with two more sexy ladies while another man also seeing was. There was a lull in between the water aerobics class and the open swim. This gave me time to get my cock back under control. I sat there in my lifeguard seat with my head back and eyes closed in disbelief that my friend’s mother came on to me like that.I needed to pee.I walked over to the locker room entrance and could hear the showers running. The shower room connected the pool to the locker room and everyone had to pass through them to shower and enter the pool. The ladies usually. So anyhow, one Saturday, we had got in plenty of booze and other substances in, our mate's Mum was cool cos a large country cottage in Nowheresville meant no trouble with aggro from neighbours nor anything. So I could even pitch a tent in the summer which was fun. Anyway, his younger sister Charlotte, had about 7-10 pals all about student age from the nearby town and we all gradually got to know one another.I got to one little thing called Shelley, who was quite nice, usually quite reserved,.