She held her arms up to cover herself and to shield herself from getting hit by her father. Her father looked up at the rest of the family and bellowe...d, "Get out of here all of you. I'll take care of this myself."Nena's mother looked at her husband beseechingly, "Porfavor esposo, don't hurt her. Your very angry and your not thinking straight. Don't do anything you might regret later. Mary Helen is still your daughter." Get out esposa, now!" he bellowed.Nena's mother, tears running down her. She still takes my breath away. “Ah, you made it!” she coos in that soft, delicious voice. I know it's coming, but I still can't control the flush of my cheeks when she kisses them both and invites me to join her. It's ridiculous. I fidget and twiddle my thumbs, no matter how much I tell myself to stop. Luckily, I know it won't put her off. She's animated when she talks, telling me everything about her morning, her family, her plans for the future. I don't need to listen anymore, I know every. Now back to the ladies I saw.They were three in number- two white and one black- and they were chatting conspiratorially and laughing girlishly as they walked at a sedate pace. All three had nice, curvy bodies and all three wore the summertime uniform: booty shorts and tank tops. I saw them before they saw me, and as they passed the front of my house- they were on the other side of the street- they looked at me and smiled. Then again, thinking of it now, maybe they had seen me before I did.. And, like yesterday, just before noon Susan leaned in the door and asked about lunch. My immediate reaction was the same as yesterday, perhaps even more so because this time she had removed her lab coat and had on only a short sarong. Once again my tool instantly hardened and began to poke against my own sarong. I was about to beg off again, for the same reasons - both stated and real - as yesterday, when Jenny and Deborah both appeared beside Susan and urged me to join them for a swim and.