When Rosanna introduced herself it was Linda who had gently brushed her hand against Rosanna's open chested blouse to reveal one of her amazing breast.... Rosanna took that as an invitation to slide her hand over my crotch and ask if it would be alright if she borrowed me for a while. We both looked at Rosanna once mre, her brown hair tied back in a ponytail, her tanned skin looking so inviting in the white blouse, a short pleated skirt showing off her lightly musclular legs and some low black. Granny Eltman was the only one to show any untoward reaction: she said, "That so-called King in the throne room is a construct! The man you saw with the women is the real king."Rolf was the first to ask, "Why would they have a fake King presiding over the realm, and why would they keep the real King alive if they had a perfect substitute?"Granny Eltman said, "I do not know the why of it, but the King is being kept alive to act as a model when they have to rebuild their construct. A complex. When we got home Sandy rushed inside. By the time I had followed her into the house, she was already telling Mom all about her test. Mom must have been worried 'cause she was baking. She always baked when she was worried. When Dad first got sick the house smelled like a bakery for almost a year.I Just stood back and let her finish her story. Then I waited while Mom gave the obligatory speech about driving being a privilege not a right and that a license was not a replacement for common sense.. Until next time. That same month, I slept over and we masturbated again, while he gave up because he refused to look at porn, therefore, not getting hard. I cummed and that was the end of it. Tomorrow was his birthday.