People who heard rumors about my scars and want to see the whole horrible truth for themselves, no doubt." Or people who just want to see a gorgeous b...abe," I grinned. She grinned back. "Or a skinny pitcher, one of the two." Frankie Gutierrez, you're a doll." We walked up the steps, and did the stripping thing. Unfortunately, I think she was right. The gasps and murmurs after she took her shirt off tended to indicate that. She dealt with it all right, though.I didn't see her again until after. . ugh.Lauren held still, felt the slow movement again, just enough movement from the body behind her to press against her skin then back an inch away. Again, slow rolls into her back and away. The lightest of sighs hit her lips. Mom... ? Oh my God ... they're fucking right next to me!Tamara hadn't expected it, not while her children were there, not while her hips were squeezed onto her daughter's thighs. Gene's penis had found her anus while she slept, already making small movements inside her. I feel confident of a future time whenthat romantic love I feel for her will be substituted for an equallystrong and valid sisterly sort of love. Similarly; I don't think I'llalways pine for a future lost. I'll learn to love the future I make withher, as we are now. It's going to be a fun ride. I just have to giveinto it. In this regard; in this significant section of my life, I knownow that everything is going to be okay.I grasp Damon's hand. This is the part of my life that seems far. Janet gave me another look and I frowned at her. What were they up to?The older woman nodded towards me and Heather shook her head again. Janet knelt forward and crooked a finger at me as Heather put her hands over her face trying to hide."Come closer, Mike," said Janet, "Kneel on this cushion." She turned to Heather who was blushing beetroot and biting her lip, "Show him, Heather."Bemused, I looked between the three of them. Show me? Show me what?The other woman, Marge, knelt to my right-hand.