Hey, can you hear me Crunchy?huh, wazzit, um let me get my glasses (fumbling around) oh, hey. You woke me up. (stating the obvious)I am here on behalf...of your readers. It seems you are brusing the fourth plane.And this little stunt doesn't rip the whole curtain down? Sheesh. I can't believe I was wrecking the story for them, it isn't like it was superrealistic. It isn't like they bought the damn book!Well, I think Hardcase hurt some feelings with her rant at them...Yeah, and she felt really bad. The truth is we were both your dad's girlfriends... The three of us dated each other."I sat in shocked silence for a moment. I never knew my mom might swing both ways. It was honestly a turn on. And my dad had both of them? I couldn't believe it!"That is HOT, mom!" I exclaimed, seeing her face had gone red, and wanting to get her to relax. "Will you tell me about it?" Oh, hunny. You don't want to hear about your old mother's sexual past." She said, chiding me."But I do! And quit with the old. I could have taken out my hand as she was not holding it anymore. I just only need to drag out my hand from the soft holds of her boobs. But I was freeze; unable to move. As if moving my hand alone will make it a crime of inappropriate touching. If I relax my palm it would cup her boob. But I kept my palm as flat and stretched out as possible to disperse any illusion that I am cupping her. I realized that her right hand is again clinging on to my thighs and that her fingers are dangerously. “I’m SURE you’re really doing that as a payment for my washing your hair,” she sarcastically replied. All the while, Lynette kept on swaying to Frampton’s classic live song. When my fingers reached her butt crack, I ran my hand outwards and circled it over her left butt cheek a few times.I noticed her own fingers were slowing down as I caressed her lower cheek. Lynette sighed as she felt my fingertips trace down between her butt cheeks. I thought it very appropriate at that time that Frampton’s.