I shiver as you reach my shoulders and watch as your fingers undo each button of my blouse. You slide it over my shoulders and down my arms. It floats...to the floor. your shirt follows it to the ground. I hear the metal teeth of my zipper sliding down. Your fingers caress my hips and my skirt slips to the floor. I stand in creamy white stockings held up by a lacy garter belt and tiny lace panties with matching lace camisole. My breasts swell out the top of the camisole and you trace them softly. I stepped outside and hugged my mom from behind. She leaned back and said, "Hey there. I hope you slept well. John, we need to talk."That didn't sound too well. I was hoping that she didn't regret what had happened between us because I didn't want to give up the best thing that had happened to me in a long time. I knew that she often thought about her life and her choices whenever it rained. The reason why I was worried was because I thought my mom might have been thinking of the recent events. ” His face turned red and he sputtered out, “That’s not what I meant. I mean dressed like a girl. You always look like a guy. Sorry.” I looked down at my short shorts and sports bra. In the gym, it seemed fine, but here at the job site, it was a little bit skimpy. I suddenly realized it was after work hours and we were alone in this great big house. I decided to be all business as usual. I grabbed a couple of bricks and showed him what I wanted in the space around the island. He asked some. We thought we might give the ladies a break tonight and eat out."Glenda was shaking her head, "Oh, Steve, that is too much. There are too many people for you and Dewey to do that. It's no bother for us to fix supper. We have some hamburger already thawed for meatballs." 'You can plan on having that tomorrow or the next day. The hamburger will keep, and if we get worried about it, we'll rent the cooker again and cook up a pile of hamburgers for lunch. I'm sure we can get buns from the local.