In fact it is a good thing to talk about while... I mean, it's not something worry ab... Oh hell! Will you marry me?"Dana stopped the slow circles she...was making with her hips and stared at me wide-eyed, too stunned to speak. It took her some time to digest what I'd just said. When she had, she leaned her head back against the pillow under her and started a sensuously slow forward/backward swaying of her hips. Uh, whoa, she didn't answer my question. My OCD kicked in overdrive. I had to focus,. About ten minutes later she came out to greet a shorter blond haired man. They kissed and his hand was on her ass giving it a squeeze.Mystique was right about Miss Smith having more than one boyfriend and about Mrs. Johnson sun bathing nude.That made me wonder about Mrs. Henderson and her plumber; about Mr. Brown and his wife, daughter, and secretary; and especially about Mom and Dad’s partner.I asked Mystique how she knew about Mom.She answered, “I saw them kissing at our New Years Eve. Late in the afternoon or early evening Cindy and I would go to the tent which was always along the fence at the back of the property. It was fun to camp out.And to be honest, I think our parents liked having a night without us kids hanging around at one house or the other. We'd take a walkie-talkie with us. Our parents had one as well and they would check in with us a couple of times before they went to bed to make sure we were okay. This always made us laugh; I mean how could we not be okay?. I took her hand. Naked and a little flustered, we walked up the stairs. As we passed a bathroom, I handed Kaitlin my clothes and stopped to wash Mike’s come off my face. I hadn’t realized I was grinning until I saw myself in the mirror. Her room was too pink. A twin bed stood against the far wall, barely leaving space for a desk under the window. She threw our clothes at the floor, an expanse of peach carpet already in use as a dumping ground for clothes and books. Her bed hadn’t been made and.