I sat there watching the movie for a while before realizing Larry had been gone for an awful long time. I got up to go see if he was alright, and as I... approached the bathroom door, I saw it was open. I walked on in and saw Larry standing there looking through the doorway that adjoins our bedroom. He jumped when he saw me. "Oh, man. I'm sorry," he stammered. "It's just that when I came in here, the door was open. A-and when I was about to leave, I just saw her laying there like that!" I stepped. Disappointed, he saw that she was not there. “Oh well, maybe at winter break!” Just as Rob started to turn away, Mrs. Zamora came out of the house. She saw him and yelled, “Hey Rob, do you want some lemonade?” “Yes, I do!” “Come on over then and Ill fix you a treat” Lemonade was not the idea of a treat he had in mind. What he wanted was to suck and fuck her massive tits! Of course that is what Mrs. Zamora had in mind, as soon as she saw Rob! He followed her into the house. She was wearing an. She also had a growing curiosity to what was in the suitcase. She hadn't seen it out in a long time. It had been lying in her father's room for a while but she never really cared what was in it. Now, though, was a different situation. Since it was now going to have something to do with her she knew she would need to know.She hugged him back, released him and slid off the bed. She walked over to the suitcase and lifted it up. "I would rather not see, until after you see it." She placed it down. I was pretty exhausted.”“Well, you put in quite a day’s work ... and that’s even before we got into the hot tub.”“Luke, could you please just ... not?”“Sorry. It’s ... I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”“Thinking about it is fine. Talking about it isn’t.”“Are you telling me that you have stopped? Thinking about it, I mean?”She sighed, shoulders slumping a bit as she evaded his question. “I was hoping to gain strength from your resolve.”“That’s a no, then.”Shrugging, she attempted.