I don’t remember what happened. If everything looks good, I’d like to go home.”He looked somewhat pensive. I had a plan I wasn’t going to let ...t go and it needed to get implemented now. I was going to play a long game. I had knowledge, and it was going to pay for me in the long run.“I understand that I’m 16, and a minor, so my mother has to sign me out. So, if someone could get a hold of her, that would be very appreciated.”“Well, I feel we need to run some more tests. I’m not satisfied with. I stashed the box away for later examination. I finished moving her Saturday evening. The rest of the week I thought about how to get to know Fran a little better. Early the next Saturday morning I drove over to Fran's house. The sun was just coming up and the neighborhood was quiet. I called Fran from my cellphone and after several rings she answered. It was apparent that she had been sleeping so I apologized for waking her but told her I had something that belonged to her and wanted to return. Bob wore his black suit with a red bow-tie and kissed me mother deeply. I could see a bulge in his pants. It was clear that my mother hadn't let him cum for last few days, heightening his hormones and committing him to the ceremony. After the wedding, mom and I made sure that Bob didn't have a chance to fuck my mom. He was unhappy when he saw me come back into their honeymoon suite. He was expecting to bury his cock into my mother's soft hips but I plopped on the couch and made myself. His hands were caressing me. He grabbed my tit and broke off the kiss, surprised. “What?” I asked, confused. “You said you had surgery, but plastic surgery?” “No, honey. They’re still all natural. I gained weight, but didn’t lose it again from my chest. Nice, aren’t they?” “Woman, you know I am all about the big titties!” I took off my shirt and bra so he could.