I felt a blow to my gut. My head was spinning, and I was so angry! I wanted to smack her, or cry or something. But I don’t think I did anything real...ly. I yelled. Big deal. We continued dating for a few more weeks, maybe a month. But I no longer loved her. I was an ass to her for the remaining time we were together and even cheated on her in retaliation for the pain I felt. But in the end, all the passion was gone and it was over. That was the autumn of my senior year of high school. I didn’t. She was shocked!"Mom, do you like to look at women?"Mary paused, "Honey sometimes people have fantasies that they imagine while they masturbate. I do like to look at women."Angelina stared at the picture. Two perfect bodied women making love. The brunette had her head thrown back in pleasure as the blonde licked her shaved pussy and played with her tits."Mom, have you ever done this?" No honey, I haven't. I'm not sure if I want to in real life. It's maybe just a fantasy. You know what I mean?". I was in a panic, I had never been in trouble before. She had my GF standing at the front of the car and opened the back door and asked if I had anything that she should know about. I told her no and asked what this was all about. She ignored my question and asked what I was hiding in my pants. I wasn't hiding anything and was starting to freak out a little. She told me to get out. When I was standing she undid my pants and let them drop. I was standing there in my shorts, handcuffed. She. One in which I was set with the task, like a court artist, of documenting the hours. The honors and the horrors and the hors d'oeurves.Or rather, it was like being set up, but not on a blind date. It was like my sister Anna was setting me up for a date with her best friend Jade, who I would not deny was quite hot. Which seemed weird on my wife's part, since Jade was just my sister, but I was game for a long weekend spent sleeping in and lazing about, spending my afternoons drawing views of Lake.