I was the little kid who could squeeze into the impossibly small spaces to get this or that thing the men couldn’t get their big mitts on.Now a good... bit of fishing be going to where the Captain be thinkin’ the fish be hidin’. When we was a steamin’ here, there, an yon, my da and I be a singin’ at the top of our lungs. I don’t know if it was good singin’ or bad singin’, but we passed many an hour that a way. “Our” song was, “A Boat Like Gideon Brown.” [1]Da’s a beltin’ out bass and I’m a. It was obvious that something was bothering her. It didn’t appear to have anything to do with Ben. At least, not directly.Talking to herself, Betsy said, “We could end up with an interesting little triangle, here. Wheels interested in Ben, Ben interested in Sam, and Sam interested Wheels. That could be a problem.”She looked down the path, and spotted Bess and George walking up from the beach. They paused to examine the chicken coop. George stood there shaking his head at the idea of raising. What can I say of that kiss but it was all I hadanticipated, and my arousal was testimony to that.One hand remained round me still pulling me closer, and your other handsought my stocking knee. I could feel it touch and slide slowly along asmy legs yielded and parted. You slowed your path along my stocking thighsto savour the moment and to tease me. My man hood throbbing with theanticipation of your touch.The kisses became filled with more passion and your fingers reached mypanties. I let out a. I was certain they had been having sex for some time. But I decided to leave that up to Jason. If he was willing to climb into bed with me, then he was making the choice. And he was indeed willing to climb into bed with Mommy. He got in and crawled over to me."You look amazing, Mom," he said."Thank you, Jason," I replied. "I'm glad you like it. I'm afraid I don't fill out these bras as well as your sister, but I think it still works O.K."I glanced down at my cleavage, which looked impressive,.