I, at first, thought there was something wrong so I bolted out of my chair and followed her as she led me to our bedroom window. “I want you to see ...something,” she said. “But you must be very quiet.”As I got to the window, she said “Look,”Our bedroom window overlooks the pool and when I looked out the window, I saw our two sons, sunning themselves beside the pool. They were both naked which was nothing unusual but what they were doing was. Their chairs were close to each other and as they. Leaning back against the car looking him in the eyes “Must be very lonely hiking all by your self”. “Sure is been hiking for 3 days” he replied. Taking a step towards him “can I help you with that” I said in a whisper while running my handover the bulge in his pants. He looked around took my hand and led me down a trail “these heel are not made for hiking” I said as my ankles twisted stepping over the rocks. “Let’s take them off” he said walking me into the woods. Off the path in a clearing I. Marguerite seemed pleased to see him, rushing into his arms and crying against his chest. However, as he tried to speak with her, he could see something was different. She was not listening to his story of the visit to the King and seemed distracted.He went to his mother and asked if something had happened while he was away to Paris. But, she had assured him that nothing unusual had transpired.“And you were with Marguerite every day?” he asked.“Of course, just as you insisted,” she explained.. ”“Did you and Bill skinny dip?”“Wait, I thought we were going to talk. Do I get to ask question also?”“Okay, we ask question for question. Ask me a question then answer the last question.”“Why is dad’s name signed on your pussy and how long have you been shaved bald down there?”“That’s two questions, but I’ll answer them, and then we trade question for question. Actually both questions go together so here goes. Your father has wanted me to shave my pussy for some time. He shaved it for me the.