.thought no more about it.That night when i came home,she was waiting for me in the sitting room.Her arms folded and scowling at me. "William,(fuck..i...know i'm in trouble when she calls me William!)get over here you dirty,dirty naughty boy!" I was baffled and she unfolded her arms..and held up her pink bloomers! My face went bright red,then crimson..and i looked at the floor. "Well,i see you know what this is all about,your red face tells me the story.How dare you ejaculate into my knickers you. I then asked some more about his boat and showed an interest. In truth, though, I really do not have all that much interest in boats and couldn't care less. I have no clue about anything to do with them.We ate our oysters and enjoyed each others company. When we finished up we walked out of the restaurant together. I didn't think much of it, but I offered him a ride to his launch so we could continue to talk. He indicated that he was divorced and his son was my age. At this point, I knew if he. Then he was squatting in front of me, he made a fist, his middle knuckle protruding, then punched me hard on my right inner thigh, that knuckle pushing deep into the tender flesh, then he hit the left thigh the same, he repeatedly punched my thighs, working his way up and down both areas, punching that knuckle into every inch of them, he kept it up, until my legs would no longer support me and my weight went back on my shoulders, then smiling he lowered the rope until I was in a squatting. Well to be honest, life with the vibrant Leigh was seldom not dizzying.Josie’s daughter had grown to be as sexual a creature as she herself had been at that age—sexual enough to feed a mother’s wildest imagination. It was one more reason Josie was glad her ex-husband was gone, out of the picture for good after he left them both to move away with the secretary he’d had an on-again, off-again affair with since Josie was pregnant with Leigh.The mother could hardly believe the things she and her.