I know a lot of guys don’t get along with their mom or dad but mine are great. My mom, well, is a mom and my dad is a loving guy without a mean bone...in his body. Maybe that’s why I still feel so bad about what happened, they loved me and trusted me and I lied to them. My dad used to say, “Just tell the truth, if you tell me the truth I’ll never be mad.” Well, I didn’t do that, I really didn’t think I could.I also have to tell you about my best friend Bob. Bob was born in the same hospital that. A few moments she came out with her white terry robe and her hair piled atop her head. She walked slowly through the room, smiling at him the entire way. Once she arrived at the tub, she stopped and took hold of her bathrobe tie and slowly undid it. Once undone she slipped out of the protection of the robe and let it fall to her feet, and then she slowly descended into the tub. He admired her beautiful physique. Her long slender legs meeting at the blonde V. Her flat stomach pointed upwards to. She stopped at another side table, opening one of its drawers below and extracting a pair of handcuffs and a small remote control. She clicked on the remote and a small motor activated, raising the thick leather sex swing in the air by its chain supports. She waited until it was at “cock level” and pressed the stop button, tossing the remote casually on the sofa behind her.Monique placed her hands on her hips and again set her sights on James.“Do you know what time it is, bitch?”“Time for round. Entertaining was not a problem either as we got on so well.I had a serious girlfriend at the time, Helga, who had all but moved in with us, spending about five nights each week at my house. Abbie did not have a serious boyfriend at the time; she did have a close girlfriend with whom she knew from her youth who was also nineteen. Her friend Ali was a close family friend of mine as well and was quite stunning, she was though very petite at barely five feet two but with breasts that looked massive.