Then she moved to his neck. There was even paint on the back of his neck, small spatters that had landed there somehow. She saw a thick splinter of wo...d stuck in his hair. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it when she was cutting his hair, and plucked it out.“Where did that come from?” she asked him, showing him the inch long piece of wood.Her fingers on his body had relaxed him, too, and he answered automatically.“We’ve been salvaging wood from that old mansion to build a treehouse. But, once again, fate intervened. I tried for about five minutes to get Gay or Tim to answer the doorbell; and I was even about to try their back door, when you called. I'm sorry once again for lying to you on the phone about being at the Claiborne's, but I was just so desperate to try to contain all of this craziness that had entered my life. Please, can you ever forgive me?"I looked at her and stroked her cheek with a finger of my left hand. "Sweetie, I can forgive you and I do; but I can. I looked at her and then at Brenda. "I have names already picked out for this baby." I stopped looking at Brenda, and looked straight at Mama. I could see she was serious. She really had picked out names already."What names?" I couldn't keep the suspicion from my voice when I asked this question."If it is a boy, like Brenda hopes, we can name him Dwight Richard Parsons. Dwight for President Eisenhower, and Richard for President Nixon. If its a girl, I've always been partial to Rose Elaine. My. She shivered, and I felt her back arch as she moved her breasts into my massaging hands. I slowly pushed her loose bra, along with her t-shirt, up and up. Her amazing big breasts were free, exposed to my feasting eyes. I continued moving her bra and t-shirt up to her neck, her face, and off of her head. My daughter in law was now topless, her tight, hot breasts and upper body under my control.I slowly laid her down on the couch on her back, and moved myself off the couch so that kneeling, I.