We walked back in the front door a bit after 1:00, in time to hug Heather before she and her mother headed back to their house. Behind her mother’s ...back, she cracked a grin at us, her eyes sparkling, so I guess that the discussion went well.“Do you two want some pie,” Mom asked.“Oh, yeah,” Rhee responded. “Beth said that you’d made peach pie.”We joined the three parents at the kitchen table while they gave us the run-down on the Heather discussion. Apparently, it went very well, Heather’s. When he had found that place where his fingers could reach through to emerge along the other cheek he suddenly lifted the panties hard into her. Leah groaned and leaned forward to support herself on the arm of the couch. He lifted her skirt and jammed the hem of it into the waistband, exposing her ass cheeks to him. The years had been kind to her. Skin still taut, clear. Thirty years of this and he still wanted her as deeply as ever. The guilt would come, surely, as it always did. But now, how. I don't like them and I won't do them anymore." Why not?"She sighed. "They get out of hand too easily. There's too many guys, and they're inevitably drunk. And they're egging each other on to do things they really shouldn't do." Yeah." I nodded, remembering. "I've heard of weddings that got called off because of what happened at the bachelor party." Exactly," she said with a firm nod. "And sometimes it's the other guests that break their marriage vows." But wait a second," I said, "don't you. She was forty-four years old, for Christ’s sake, and had been married twice. And that was not even counting the tennis player she had had an affair with.Now that he thought about it, he felt ashamed of his stupid reaction. Trying to make a run for it with his hands covering his dick. How ridiculous was that? He should have just said, ‘Hi, Louise, let me get dressed first, okay?’ And then calmly walk to the bedroom to put on some clothes. He could see it now, but he hadn’t done it at the time,.