Go sit with the rest.”And with that she goes. “What was really going on here Mark?” my mom asks in a tone that she uses when she will not tolera...te bullshit. A tone I’ve heard a few times since my teenage years. “Like I said mom, Christine dropped some coffee and I was wiping it off”“Were you looking up her skirt when you were down there? I’ve been watching you watch her legs and her skirt since we got here. Attractive isn’t she?” “Well she is, but she IS my aunt. So nothing weird going on. Because of her background, Ma always spoke a little better than the people around her. She never put on airs and most people accepted her as the real fine lady she obviously was.Pa was from a long line of farmers who had been called commoners or serfs where his people came from. There was nothing serf-like about my Pa, though. He stood tall and demanded respect. He also gave respect where it was due. All in all, I look on them as being as perfect as any two parents could ever be. I guess we. Both had known each other for years, and respected each other, even though their sense of humor was somewhat bizarre. Sir Steven had formed a BDSM, M/s group in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. He had invited Jon to come to the group meetings, and activities. It was at these activities that Jon Folkkes had met submissive women. He had dated several, but never found anyone he wanted to be with. ?Jon, my man, what can I do for you on the beautiful rainy and miserable Texas morning,?. We went to check in at the motel and found out that there was a big mess-up with the reservations. The school had reserved eight rooms for the girls and two for the chaperones. What we got were five rooms so we would have to bunch up with four girls to a room with the coach and two chaperones in the fifth room. By luck it would work out since the chaperones were Alex and me. Cathy pulled a fast one with the room assignments and got in the chaperone's room with us. As much as we wanted, there.