As I struggled with the knowledge I was sprung, Sara leaned back against a bench and teasingly raised her dress slightly so that I could now see well ...bove her knees. She looked down at her own pantyhosed legs and my eyes followed. Her smile went as she went all serious. "Do you like these, Dave?" How was I supposed to answer that? Over the years, I had regularly perved on her hosed legs. Of course I liked them. Right then, I wanted to reach over and run my hands along those superb legs. Sara. He said, its okay I don’t have to like it, but I should still learn how to swallow, which I now later realize he was hinting about other things he would make me swallow later that night and over the next few weeks.Then he said, let me try something sweeter and made rum and coke for me, which was much nicer, but still bitter, but I continued drinking just to try and see what happens. When I drank half of it, I realized I was already very light headed and he had already had 3-4 drinks of whiskey.. E. [~Editorial comment: For some legalpurposes such as this the First Wife and any other wives are allconsidered the "mother" of the child regardless of which one actuallybirthed the child~]. Pictures of two rows of mothers in black dressesbeing honored by the Queen moved people throughout the Empire as theceremony always does. Among ourselves, we mothers cried more tears andheld each other tight. For us all, the ceremony was therapeutic. Sharingwith each other, we recognized again why we. I smiled at my son, who tipped his beer towards me and said, “Our school motto was Semper Fi.”“Ours was Airborne!”“OOO-RAH!”I chuckled and left to take Marilyn her wine. With luck, Holly would come to her senses.Charlie’s date, on the other hand, was a spectacular blonde. After we had been introduced, I had asked Marilyn privately if she was another member of Charlie’s Blonde-Of-The-Week Club.“Megan is a very nice girl. She and your son have been dating since February,” I was.