If you can't convince me that you really mean to change right now, I'm going to talk to mom and dad as soon as we get home." Why can't we just go back...to how it was, Larry. I'll change, I promise." Because, you need to find out that you have to pay a price for not being honest. You hurt Clara, you hurt me, neither of us feel like we can trust you now. You have to earn it back. If you can't see that, Kate, than you haven't heard any of what I've been trying to tell you." What do I have to do to. So I arrive at this rather impressive four bed detached house with a nice new Merc on the driveway (so got plenty of money). Rang the bell and a very attractive woman answered the door. Mrs Brooking was at a guess about mid to late fifties and looked gorgeous. I went in and had the obligatory cup of tea and made polite conversation. She explained what she wanted quotes for (very minor works). I said I could price and do the work but Mr Brooking could probably do it himself. Mrs Brooking said. The four of us then terrorised the boutiques. Margaret had been watchingthe looks of men staring at her legs as they walked towards her,remarking how embarrassed she was. I quietly pointed out to her that theywere looking at her because she looked "hot" which Bernie and Foxy werequick to agree with me on.So Margaret's goal became trying to find dresses or skirts that hadrevealing splits in them. I thought that I'd better not point out toMargaret that it was not only her legs that were drawing. . listening to her openly share her raw descriptions while pointing at the photos was so naughty... so naughty in fact that she casually reached down and firmly grabbed my semi erect cock... then watch her in awe as she got down on her knees, standing a few short inches away... pointing at specific part of my penis, she began to share some of my unique traits... apparently mine delivered on many levels... she found it so attractive that she made me to begin appreciate my own cock... growing.