She sipped at her wine cooler and we sort oflooked at each other for a couple of minutes and grinned without saying much. Finally I spoke, and when...I did I was rather to the point and simply asked how we should proceed with something like this. I asked her if there was anything she wanted to talk about now that we were alone regarding all that we had discussed in the club. She grinned again, set her drink down on the coffee table and told me she did not know a better way to approach the. " It's nothing. I just prefer to have all my clothes clean. A month ago I felt like wearing my blue top to cheer myself up, but it was dirty and it didn't help. I guess I just want my clothes to be always ready for whenever I need them."Interesting! Abby is doing laundry often. I wonder why.So she's avoiding talking to me alone, but she stepped up the activity that started me doing what I did. I had to investigate this.For the next few days I kept a close eye on Abby surreptitiously.Sure enough. When I walked into the bedroom I stop dead in my tracks, cause Lora was standing there wearing what she told me later is a merry widow, which was white with white stockings to match. I can't say I ever saw anything so hot and gorgeous in my life. She moved her hips back and forth saying " You like lover? Oh I guess you do." As she looked at my hard manhood standing at full attention for her. She then said " If you don't close your mouth your going to catch some flies." My eyes started at her. My stepson! My fingers stopped moving as I mulled over my attraction to this young man. Barely twenty-one, Joey stood 6'4" tall. He was in good shape, but his love of sweatpants and baggy t-shirts disguised his tight young body. He had floppy brown hair, sparkling green eyes and a mouth made for pouting. I rarely saw anything other than pouts - in the five years I had been married to his father, Joey had made it clear that he didn't like me. Pushing Joey's disdain for me out of my mind, I.