Lydia Gray - Little boys and Laura

"Your in-home, daytime training," Carl Mersh told Laura, "seemed to work miracles from the standpoint of stabilization. We've had very few complaints from the foster parents where your children were placed."

"As I told you, Carl," Laura said with a smile, "I didn't do anything special."

"Nevertheless, Laura, what you did worked. And that's what we have in mind now. I gather that you had no structured situation when you took the children home?"

"None whatsoever," Laura laughed. "Sometimes we'd work on table manners, how to use the fork and knife and ask for things politely. I made a game of it. Then other times we'd go swimming in our pool and talk about how it was just as difficult for the foster parents as it was for the children in a new situation. Other times I'd work on neatness, teaching them how to keep their bedroom and how to treat a bathroom. Oh, and I often harped on taking care of clothes."

"That's a good point," Carl remarked. "Often orphan children have nothing of their own. Then, when they acquire possessions like clothes, they lack the appreciation necessary to take care of them."

"That what I thought," Laura said.

"Well, Laura, I want you to do exactly what you did last year," Carl commented, standing up to indicate that their interview was coming to a close. "I'm afraid to have you structure it because it may lose its value, but I would like you to start keeping notes on what you do."

"Should I keep notes on the individual children as well?" she asked.

"I think that might be helpful," Carl agreed. "We can add your notes to the child's file. Nothing detailed. The psychologist will take care of that. Just your own brief impressions. Now, you've met the new members of the staff?"

"That's what I did all morning," Laura replied.

"Good. And you've seen the children on hand at present?"

"Barely. Mister McGrudder took me through and told me a little about each of them."

"Well, that should be enough for today. Tomorrow, Laura, you may begin your special program. I'll have McGrudder pick out several of the children who are about to be placed. Now I have a busy schedule this afternoon, so why don't you call it a day and we'll see each other in the morning?"

"Fine," Laura said, accepting the older man's hand.

It was just after three when Laura climbed into her car. She was quite pleased at how the day had gone, and quite relieved that they hadn't expected something from her that she might not be capable of doing. In fact, Laura was very happy.

She decided to drive downtown and drop in on Jack at his office. She hadn't done that in years! And his office wasn't far from the facility.

It was warm, one of those sunny Sacramento days that served notice of the sweltering heat to come in the summer months. Laura closed the windows of her two-year-old Mustang convertible and turned on the air conditioning.

Laura was wondering where she should park near her husband's office on B Street when she suddenly saw his green Skylark convertible emerge from the underground parking in his building. She was about to honk at him when she noticed that Jack was not alone in the car. The top was down on the Buick and the soft auburn hair blowing in the breeze left no doubt in Laura's mind about who was with her husband.

It was Candy Delany! They probably quit early and he's driving Candy home, Laura told herself. But why so early? Jack almost never came home until six. Maybe they just finished early today.

Laura was five cars behind Jack and was about to pull into the left turn lane and turn on her blinkers at Fourteenth Street when she saw that the Skylark was continuing on down B Street.

Where in the devil are they going? Laura wondered. She hesitated for a brief moment and then decided to follow. Laura felt a little guilty as she stayed behind the Buick. She'd never done anything like this before!

The green Buick convertible turned right on Larson Street and headed, for the freeway. Staying almost a mile behind with the car barely in sight, Laura followed in her Mustang.

It wasn't until Jack turned off the freeway and made a complicated series of turns that led to an old highway along the river that Laura had an inkling of where they might be going.

The Nortons had an old cabin cruiser they kept docked at what had once been a private camp on an inlet to the Sacramento River. The club had fallen on bad times and was now open to the public, but only a few die-hards kept their boats there. The monthly fees were cheap enough to allow the Nortons to keep their old, thirty-two-foot cabin cruiser.

They had bought the boat not long after they were married and they struggled to keep up the payments for five years. Laura had given up suggesting that they sell it. Although she seldom set foot on the boat, Jack liked to use it occasionally for fishing.

When the Buick turned onto the county road that wound up the inlet, Laura was certain that they were headed for the boat! She thought quickly and continued along the river road and came into the camp the back way. That way her approach would be covered by a thick screen of brush that had grown around the old club house that was now abandoned.

Laura arrived in time to see the Buick pull into the trees along the river and park. Why didn't he park by the dock? she asked herself. The place is deserted. The answer hit her like a flash of lightning! He doesn't want to be seen!

She watched her husband climb out of the car and walk around to open the door for their friend's seventeen-year-old daughter. "The bastard never opens my door," Laura mumbled aloud while she watched them walk toward the pier.

Jack climbed aboard the old boat and offered his hand to help the pretty young girl aboard. Then they disappeared into the cabin.

Laura was both angry and curious. She opened the door of her Mustang as quietly as she could and got out. Not risking the sound of a door closing, she left the Mustang door ajar and began walking very quietly toward the boat. Laura cautiously stayed behind the brush and trees as long as she could to avoid being seen.

She stood for a long moment at the end of the trees studying the situation. If she walked along the bank of the river, there was little chance she could be seen from the boat. And if she could crawl onto the lower landing, she might be able to see through the porthole.

Laura removed her shoes and stockings, cursing herself for wearing pantyhose, and felt a little childish as she crept along the river bank, crawled under the old pier and pulled herself up on the lower landing with stealth.

She could hear voices from inside the cabin as she crept quietly across the landing to the moored boat. Laura smiled to herself when she peered into the porthole at the bow and realized that she was looking into the tiny, cramped head. It was empty.

Laura moved down the side of the boat until she came to the porthole over the two sleeping bunks. When she raised on her toes to look inside, Laura's hear almost stopped beating!

Her husband and seventeen-year-old Candy Delany were in the cabin. Both were stark naked! Jack was stretched out on his back on the bunk and Candy was squatting over his face with her red-haired pussy pressed against his mouth!

The anger raging through Laura's system caused her to clench her fists until her knuckles were white. Jack had never eaten her pussy, never in their twenty-one years of marriage! Yet here he was licking Candy's cunt!

And from the expression on the seventeen-year-old girl's face, Laura had no doubt that Candy was enjoying every second of it! The lids of the young girl's eyes were half-closed and her mouth was open.

"Ooohhh, Jack!"

The young girl's moan of pleasure was muffled by the closed porthole, but Laura could hear her loud and clear!

"Oh! OH! Oooh, Jack! I love… the way… you eat me!"