Luckily, my son had preserved all the messages received from his pals. From his older mails, I could trace the naked pictures of three more friends of... my son. It was interesting to know that my son's pals were too old to be his mother. My son seemed to be more interested in mature women, and if it was so; it was certainly a good sign.It was a heaven sent opportunity. The door to my relationship with my own son was right in front of me and suddenly I knew how to proceed in the correct direction.. “Hi Mom, sorry I haven’t called in a while.”“I was beginning to think you’d given up on us. I hope we’ll get to see you at least once before our grandchildren are born. When will your dad and I get to finally meet this mystery man of yours? I hope he’s being good to you and not like that other no good bum you married.”Tina couldn’t help but snicker at her mom’s comments.“Thanks for the vote of confidence. Believe me, Mom, Dan is being very good to me. The best I could have ever hoped for.. My wife and the two married teachers agreed because they were friends with Phil’s wife. Well they were three of the hottest waitresses I've ever seen in my life. The bar was packed with young guys and girls ogling my wife and her two friends. My wife seemed to really enjoy serving drinks and bending over to display her small tits and perky nipples to the customers. Her and her friends made a small fortune in tips for working only about six hours. On Saturday, she drew in $300 in one day. Later. Trustme."But being treated as Imelda's equal had done something funny to me,creating a feeling I could only shake off by sneaking into the bathroomafter we'd been allowed to change (our riding clothes discarded for avery childish short and shirt set, complete with red bow-tie), andbringing myself to orgasm, the thought of being relegated to such adegree that a silly, soppy 8 year old girl saw me as an equal at theforefront of my mind, and that being Harriet, her little riding class-mate, was.