I had my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and hauled them down, she shivered, or was it shuddered, and I got my boxers off and rolled on top of ...er, "No," she said."Fuck you," I said, "You knew you was getting fucked when you got in so fucking shut up," i told her."You're so romantic," she said sarcastically, "Go on then, get it over." she spread he lags a bit, "And get your shirt off so I can feel your chest," she said as she pulled my tee shirt over my head.Next thing her bra was off. My hand slowly cups her breasts and lean in and nuzzle her neck and scrape my teeth down her neck and I can feel her shudder as I squeeze her breasts alternating between the two of them.“Now the fun begins” I teased as my hand slid down her stomach into her jeans. I could feel the heat radiating off from her vagina as well as the moisture when my hand made contact with her clit and Caroline’s back arched almost to a 90 degree angle and here her sigh of ecstasy to which I snake my way up her. Nothing.Nothing. Doesn’t even bat an eyelid.And some small part of my brain is dancing a victory dance and chanting ‘Told you so! Told you so!’ and mooning me inside of my own head (yes, that is entirely feasible), while my heart and stomach do funny little things inside my torso.All in all, you could say I am conflicted about the whole situation.So I do the only thing that makes any sense right now. I grab one of the jars of lotion I had lined up on the bathtub rim, the heaviest one, and throw. "No, i'm fine here!" I replied casually, to which my mother just chuckled.Then Mr Tulley, a skinny middle aged man, stood in the middle of the garden with his wife, who was wearing a knee length green flowery summer dress, and loudly he said "Ladies and Gentlemen! It's Karen's birthday today, so you know what that means..." and then some dance music began, and Mrs Tulley began dancing around in the middle of the garden, before Mr Tulley stepped up behind her, and began undoing her dress.I.