” I nod and scratch at my collar. It feels warm.She returns from the sink, wiping her hands with a towel. “But you’ve been sleeping okay, haven...��t you? The bed is comfortable enough?”“It’s really comfortable. Such a great bed.”“I’m glad.” Sweeping her hands behind her skirt, she sits down in front of me, directly under the light, smiling. “And you’re sure dinner was alright? I’m sorry. The meat was a little undercooked, I think.”“No, no. It was great.”“Do you really mean it?” she asks, tilting. Yet you say that you have some strong feelings toward my daughter, but what feelings?" Mrs. Carter, I like your daughter very much. But we connect on a different level than I do with most of the other girls. Sam and I connect mentally, more so than physically or emotionally. But that's not to say that I don't in some ways love your daughter. It is so very hard trying to describe the feelings I have for each of these girls. For Brenda, I think we are destined to be together for a very long time.. Lynda invited me in and led me to the rec room where her hubby Brent was. Brent was older than Lynda at 39 and was tall, thin and very handsome with nicely cut short salt & pepper hair. Brent was mixing drinks and asked me if I wanted one. I asked for my favorite, a rye & coke. The three of us sat at his bar and made small talk, getting to know each other a bit. I was really hoping it was going well as I really wanted to see these two naked. After about a half hour Brent suggested we hop. I didn't get the chance to inform my parent of the change in plans. When I arrived, was I shocked. My arrival was unnoticed, and was I stunned to watch my mum in the garden, having a deep French kiss with an old school friend of mine. I say 'school friend', but I hated him. He bullied me, and when I left school, I swore I'd never see him again. He was my enemy! But here he was, giving my mum, 20 years older to him, a really deep French kiss, but with dad stood by them, watching intently, with a.