”“Oh, she likes to pretend, almost as though she’s ashamed of her mother.”“And why shouldn’t I be? What is it you do for a living mother?�...�“What I do for a living is earn enough money to keep you in a very good style. I don’t think you’ve had any kind of gainful employment have you? And you couldn’t wait to get Roger into the maid’s room, What does that make you?” she turned to me, “ That’s how far she’ll go to embarrass me. I’m sorry Roger, children are so ungrateful.”There was meanwhile an. Is that okay with you?"Her long red hair was plastered to her and draped over her shoulders. Her skin was pale white, like cream. Her green eyes flickered in the sun like a reflection on the pool water. "Sure. That is fine with me," I replied.Tia reached her hand up towards mine. Her big breasts came out of the water as she reached up to me, catching my attention. Without thinking I reached my hand out and suddenly felt myself falling forward as she pulled me into the pool. Breaking the surface. There was something about you when I first met you that in some way told me this would be good. Now I don’t want you to think that going to bed with someone other than my husband is the norm for me. I am not embarrassed to say this is a first for me.”“Tracy... , I want you to know that I believe you. When we first met I couldn’t help but think there was something special about you and believe me there is. You are all woman and a wonderful lover.”Don’s hand had drifted down to her buttocks and. "I'mglad. Your pretty hair is your crowning glory. Now sit back against yourpillows and I'll tell you a fable."Once upon a time, for that's how all these stories begin, a mother had adaughter and a son."Sandy sat back against the pillows, drawing the light blanket up to hisarms, shifting to snuggle in, the cage pressing his head upright. He closedhis eyes, listening to his mother's softly lilting voice."The birl ran to his mother in tears, upset that his sister boasted of hergood looks, by.