I stumbled over to the door. "Candice! In here, woman!"Everyone shut up. Sure enough, in walked my golden girl, wearing a skimpy tank top and little w...ite shorts. She kissed me, took my hand and followed me, stepping over the prone stoners to my cushion, where she curled up with me like a kitten.No one said anything.Finally, I cleared my throat. I offered my joint to Candice who declined."Everyone was asking questions a minute ago," I said. "So ask." Candice," M.J. finally said, leaning close.. You have such a ravishing figure." My son was talking about my physical form. I was embarassed. "Really? What is so special about me?" I asked him like a college-girl. He stared at me from head to toe and smiled. I got very curious and wanted to pry out what was in my son's mind. "Please tell.. Rakesh..." I begged. By the time I had started getting turned-on at the sight of my son's hairy chest. At the same time I was feeling guilty as he was my son on whom I was having crush, at this age.. 'You horny?' she asked - knowing I was by the look in my eyes.5 minutes later she came downstairs in a tight white top and short black skirt. By the way her nipples pressed against her tee-shirt I could tell she was wearing no bra and as she reached the bottom stair she raised the bottom of her skirt to show she was wearing no knickers. My hard cock got harder.We chatted briefly about the day but my mind was only on carrying out my plan. I didn't want to rush her but the way she downed the. Shortly the two returned. This time I had thawed out to where I was much better able to observe and process things. Chief among them was Shari. She seemed different. No she wouldn’t win a beauty pageant but she had a wholesome “girl next door” look. With her perky face, dirty blonde ponytail spilling over her shoulders, short denim skirt, and long almost skinny legs she was quite cute. They sat down and offered me a bowl of warm stew which I readily accepted since I was starving. It was hard.