..” He didn’t finish.“You didn’t mean to,” said Mindy. “I heard you say you didn’t mean to do that.”“I didn’t!” he groaned.“It...was the heat of the moment,” said Mindy. “Things happen in the heat of the moment.”“I wish I could believe that,” sighed Bobby.They sat there, both thinking back to that night. Something wiggled around in Mindy’s brain, niggling at her. Finally, it gelled.“Bobby?”He looked up.“That night ... you said you were following me.”He looked down.“Yeah.”“Why were you following. They started flirting with my wife-her name is Barb. Barb is pretty d***k and we all ended up on the top deck. Joe was in a lounge chair and Barb was on top of him making out with him. Which is as far as anyone gets with her. Jim was standing behind Barb. Joe had his hard dick out and was trying to get Barb to suck it, Jim was playing with Barbs ass and sticking his fingers in her bikini bottoms and into her pussy. Barb raised her ass up, I think she was looking at Joe’s dick, the raised ass. ” “She did not tell Papa though?” I asked, though my tone of voice was rather in the form of a statement than a question. “Certainly not. She knows better than to do that,” came the reply. With that she took a Turkish cigarette from a box beside her table and lit it. With a quite merry smile she offered one to me but I shook my head. “You will come to like them I believe; what a pleasant perfume they give off,” I was told. I wanted then to take a puff; but it was too late to ask and I dared. She began to clean herself up a bit with the aid of a few tissues from her handbag as I pulled my pants up and got out of the back of the car to give her a bit more room.“Don’t worry, Sal. I’ll get you home on time,” I grinned, feeling on top of the world.“Good. You can meet my Mum and Dad next time as we’re now going out,” she replied primly, touching up her makeup and looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.The following day, dressed smartly, I got to her house and was introduced to.