(Of course, Susan and I had decided that I didn’t need to say anything about Mom.) I needed time to show her I still cared for her, but not too much...time. If I took too long, it would seem like I’d only told her out of shame or guilt, not out of a genuine desire to come clean and work things out.So I’d planned on spending time with Gina, sort of proving I loved her, for a day or two. On Sunday night, I was going to have The Talk with her and take my lumps—for however long I had to take them. In. The genre of both findings left little doubt as to the diagnosis.What followed was the obvious — confrontation, recrimination, anger, denial, and so forth, followed by tears, and an insincere promise to straighten up and leave all that nonsense behind. I was glad then that I had been able to keep my discovery to myself, and away from my wife, because it would have broken her heart to see her precious, darling middle-schooler confessing an abject lust for cock.I was even happier about keeping. I'm hoping to see more of her panty clad pussy at this stage anyway and am half hard - noticably so.She starts with the breaths and the indicator is not registering so I mention to her that she actually will need to blow a little harder and demonstrate - making the tone ring out for her...I move aside and let her continue...Shes trying but it's not enough but I give her credit... As I move back to my position behind her - her dress that she had repositioned to cover her has moved up again -. The rest are Hispanic guys and white guys. I’m glad I’m not the only brother on the team. Our captain, Jeffrey Brown, is African-American and he was one of the stars of Brockton Community High School’s swim team for years and years. The guy knows his stuff. In the water he’s like a torpedo. I’m proud to be his teammate. Jeffrey Brown is definitely someone I admire. We became best pals. Like me, he majored in criminal justice. I want to become a law enforcement official. It’s sort of the family.