I figured I’d run an errand before noon, run by a supermarket and have a reason to ask what I should prepare for dinner. Get home and start that up,... get myself ready and have some spare time before 8PM. After a quick pre-bed shower, I slipped some shorts and a plain t-shirt on, got into bed comfortably and relaxed into the initial silence. Shortly after that I realized I heard a bizarre sound, something like a constant hitting, but it was louder sometimes than others. I couldn’t seem to ignore. Mary went to Ted, I got Betty, and Ross got Sam. We all went to the bed. I was able to watch Sam and Ross as they were almost sitting on me. I thought that Betty being so old that this was going to suck. We did some fore play but not much as Betty was already primed. I ended up on my back and thought Betty was going to blow me but she mounted me. She had a nice tight pussy and worked it well. Within a minute and a half I was ready to blow my wad but was holding back waiting on Betty. She was. I was left weak and limp on the couch, unable to move. ** As a show of respect for her adulthood, we took turns picking films. It was only a month later when she surprised me with her pick. "What's it called?" I asked. She clicked the mouse a few times and re-read the title, "Clara's Summer." "Haven't heard of it. It's not one of those direct-to-video things is it? Those things are awful." "It's French, Mom," she explained. Her voice had the strained patience of someone talking to the very. As he entered the kitchen he said, it was lucky he came back because he’d had to rush to the toilet, and had a real upset stomach, and had been in there for ages. I asked if he had checked on Joan and he replied, “No not yet”. I said, “I’d better check her then” He replied by saying that he’d see me in the bar, as he didn’t feel well enough for a swim. I went back to our room and woke Joan up. I asked why was she naked, to which she replied that she’d woken up and got in the shower, then just.