I could clearly see the outline of her thighs. I controlled my urges as I was frightened to advance and asked her if she wants anything.I made tea and...gave it to her and sat next to her. I don’t know how I got the courage to sit next to her when the whole house was empty and I could sit anywhere. I started pulling her leg by playing some jokes and in doing so kept my head on her shoulder. I was getting very hot from inside and somehow wanted to come on top of her.She rose to keep the cup near. She had purposefully moved her wale upwards to the neck. So I could see her boobs from bottom. I pressed her buttocks a few times. And moved over her lower back and then again front between thighs and pussy from outside. And then her bare navel. She immediately hold my hand and put it inside her pant. And lowered her pant. I was looking at her. She was feeling very hot. As she put my hand inside her elastic chudi pants, my hand was moving over her panty, at the pussy and I could feel the wet. I. "Hi Mom. How was shopping?"The next week seemed to be like any other week. Although Kristy spent every waking minute thinking about how it felt to have her pussy filled with cum. She waited for a good time when she could have it again, but was frustrated with Joe's schedule. If he was not practicing at school, he was busy with other work at home. When he was not busy, she had cheerleading or had work to make up. Then Kristy waited for her mother not to be home so she could finally get him. From the backgrounds, I could tell that the pictures had been taken up north -- most likely in her parents' garden on the peninsula.But the bottom drawer contained three folders marked "House," "Personal," and "Correspondence." Personal" wasn't very interesting: four passports (three expired), duplicate Social Security card, a copy of the marriage certificate, a copy of the divorce decree, a list (notarized) of personal effects of Susan Gillespie nee Mitchell removed from the house on 55th.