Her dress was riding up her thigh, showing off her tanned legs.“So how longs this been going on?” I asked.“Only when your father’s being an as...s.”“A pack a day then?” Mom smiled, but didn’t laugh.There was a long pause.“How was your party?” she asked.“Good. You should see the Buckley’s new pad in Riverside. Its made for a party.”“Meet any girls?” she asked before wrapping her lips around the straw of her cocktail.“Some.”“Let me guess. They were all getting around in their itsy bitsy bikinis. For them to leave it would isolate the two northern ships. They called Santee Base and it was decided John would take one of the new boats to Virginia to get Grant and bring him home. He would also bring Grant’s family, so they could begin to minister healing to his mind and soul before he even reached home.Grant would learn later similar events occurred near Boston and North Carolina, but only one of those off the coast of New York had refused to surrender. The rest were being moved into their. She slipped her hands inside my shorts and jerked my cock a couple of times.“I wanna drink vodka shots off your navel,” I whispered in her ear, which made her go crazy.She grabbed my head and dunked it straight into her boobs and made me motorboat her like a madman. I was only too happy to oblige, having wishfully stared at the exact spot of her cleavage that I was now licking for the entire evening.I grabbed her by the butt and made her sit up at the edge of the pool so I could motorboat her. “You can go in, Mister Wyatt,” she said, acceding to my ex-wife’s unspoken request.“Okay,” I said.“Lee, before you go in, can I ask, could we have lunch; I mean you and me at well, lunch time, noon?” she said. It was 9:00 a.m. I couldn’t think of a good reason to turn her down, and I did have to eat. So, I didn’t, turn her down that is.“Okay,” I said. “Noon.” She nodded and disappeared down the corridor. I went in to see my soon to be pretty young wife; well, she was only twenty-nine.The next.