Gingerly, and seeing little point in arguing, I did as bidden and stepped into them.She mad a great fuss of pulling them up, complimenting me on being...very neat and well-trimmed. She pulled the thong all the way up, so high that the pearls pressed against my clitoris immediately. I could see why she wore them. Slipping her arms around my waist, she pulled me close and then dug her fingers into my bum.“Come on,” she grinned, “let’s finish our drinks and go somewhere a little more lively!”Walking. I showed her into the lounge and she sat on the sofa, “Would you like a drink?” I asked trying to make her feel at home as I could see she was a bit nervous, “Coffee, white with 2 sugars” she said making herself at home. I went to the kitchen and looked at her through the hatch, she was sat with the case between her legs rummaging through her sales material and pulled out an iPad, this gave me a nice view of her tanned legs and a quick peek up her skirt, ‘Mmm’ I thought. “Wanna biscuit” I. We needed to find a comfort level we could both enjoy.That Sunday, Anne attempted to avoid me when she brought the girls over. When she drove up, I had a feeling of déjà vu. It reminded me of the first few months after the divorce.Anne didn't get out of the car, or make any move to come in. If anything, she did everything she could to minimize her presence as the girls got out of the car and ran into the house.I could see her watching me as I stood on the steps, but she kept her distance.I made. She turned to me for the kiss I always gave her. Thistime was a little different. It was time to start pushing theenvelope. I wrapped my arms around her and dropped my hands tothe cheeks of her ass. I pulled her groin into mine. I planted mylips on hers rather than her cheek. No tongue, but a pretty goodkiss anyway. I suddenly released Mom and gave her a grin."I've got to run an errand Mom. I'll be back for dinner".Mom stood with a dazed look and red face, unable to speak. I ranupstairs. I.