"That's a song from my day," Mom said as another oldie came on the radio. "I used to dance to that one with your father when I was fifteen or sixteen,... she said as she swayed her body to the music."I took you for more a rapper, maybe goth...or dance hall," Patty giggled as she mimicked her mom's slow moves. "Not this." Yeah, but at the end of the night, when we wanted to close dance," she said, then stood and took her daughter's hand in hers, "then we played these slow ones. Do you want to. She reached for his trousers and what was inside them. It felt hard, and big, and ‘oh my god, I can’t be’. Her body convulsed as his hand slid between her legs. She was still in her jeans and panties but she could feel his fingers rubbing her and bringing her to a shattering orgasm. ‘Help me . . . . ‘ ‘Help you what?’ He asked. ‘Help me understand what is happening here, and then help me move this blanket into the trailer where we can be more comfortable.’ She stood up unsteadily, and grabbed. I'd have been mortified." Deb, I do like talking about it, and I want to talk heaps more about every little thing that I saw. But it's getting very late and I'm starting to drift off after you sucked me dry. Can we continue this in the morning?" Yes, sure honey. Good night!"They spooned together in the bed and both were so exhausted from the night that they were asleep in no time.Chapter 8John and Deborah slept late after such an exhausting night. Around midday, John was gently eased awake by. ” “Is she ok?” Susan began to dress too as she answered, “I think so. It was a lot for her to take in. I think she just needs some time.” “Is this going to cause some trouble?” She shook her head, “No, Debbie isn’t like that. She’ll be ok.” I had finished dressing and not knowing what I should do I said, “I think I’ll head home. Let me know what happens.” “Ok, I think I need to talk to her some more.” I went home and.