She’s not alone. A crouching silhouette is sleeping in the armchair by the bed. At first she thinks it is Peter but instantly she corrects herself. ...he smell is not correct, it is her mother’s. “The smell?” she thinks. How come she can identify her mother by her smell? But the idea sticks in: the menthol from the cigarettes she smokes, the cheap perfume, the juniper wood of the gin she drinks; it is clearly her mother. She sniffs to be sure but the reassuring smell is replaced by something much. We were glad to see one another and began talking and starting the process of catching up. A woman walked toward us, and Al said ‘Have you met my wife Rose?’. I had not, and I don’t think I even knew that Al was married, but I was introduced to a nice looking lady with long dark brown hair, perhaps a little nerdy and bookish looking, with stylish glasses. I ended up being seated beside Rose and Al at the wedding ceremony, and that is when I noticed her legs. She was wearing a dress, and when. She had a pretty face she was in good shape for a 42 y.o, she put 20 y.o girls to shame. Her legs was nice and she had a nice tight ass, but her best quality was her big juicy DD's. She would always wear sexy tight clothes that showed off her sexy body, and bright colors like pink, baby blue sultry red. Shit that would certainly make a teens with raging hormones go wild. She was quite the tease and she knew she was, I know she got a kick out off teasing all of her s_ons friends when the came. She was talking to him. He cursed under his breath. Of course she could see out the corner of her eyes, despite the huge sunglasses.“Hey, I’m talking to you.” She turned to face him.Ben turned slowly in her direction. The other girls were also watching him. Although he couldn’t read the looks on their faces, he was pretty confident they were also freaked out by him. He saw that the pretty blond girl form the mall had noticed the situation as well.“Uh… I… Um… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to…”.