I have a confession to make.’ ‘Ooooooui, starting with a confession, let me get another glass of wine before you start, cause this is sounding lik... something I want to cherish, not just hear.’ Marti got up from the couch and bounded to the kitchen for a refill. By the way her butt and breasts moved inside the lounging outfit she had on, it was apparent that it was the only thing she was wearing, and for some reason that thought stoked again the fires of my new found sex life. Marti came back. It looked like she took bath and changed the dress.I wished her good morning and she was very shy for the first time. She asked me what happened last night. I told her everything except my visit to her bedroom in the morning. She apologized to me for her behavior. I told her not to mind all that. Next day was a Sunday. She was trying to apply nail paint and it was not at all good.I told her that I can help and I started applying nail polish. She was looking at me with a different way. It was a. Your wait is over, honey. He gets up from his long-finished coffee, shambles toward her. He left two dollars on the table, a four cent tip for the harried waitress, who always threatens to kick him out when he tries to talk to her privately. Just talk, just ask her how she is, how the boyfriend she always tells him she has is doing these days (he doesn’t believe that she has a boyfriend, he thinks she must be a lesbian, which would explain why she’s so rude to him when all he does is try to be. And so she got very excited and we all went into our rooms and got dressed. My dad was at work because his job is an essential job so that's that but anyways, my brother and I are waiting on the couch and my mom comes down the stairs in this White Sundress (it looked a bit tight on her not gonna lie), her brown sunglasses, she was wearing her black nylon hose underneath, and her white flats. She looked at us and said "let's go". So we got in the car and drove there. I slept the whole drive(it's.