Imagine that little wetback ogling mom! You really must get real, dad. Mom’s going to bail on this fitness thing anyway. You don’t need to help th...ngs along. But I guess you’re going to have to figure that out for yourself, huh?” Claire seemed to come to her own conclusions without my help.Claire hadn’t talked about the front yard but I was sure it would quickly occur to her that a yard is a yard. I needed to change the subject and get Claire’s mind away from thoughts that I really DID want to. She had small breasts, but beautifully formed and delicate looking. "You're falling behind Jackie, shake a leg, we don't have all night you know." She had her skirt off in another few seconds and stood there in only her panties. They were white cotton and not ornate or fancy, but she looked good standing there in them. I still only stood there and stared at her. When she started rolling down her panties, I just watched as her dark pubic hair came into view and she turned her back to me and I. "Of course, silly! I'll expect you to do more than look at it!" Sheilasaid. "Why don't you take your pants and shoes off and lie down overhere on this chaise. You look silly walking around like that!"She watched her son shuffling around the sun deck, his pants in a heaparound his ankles.Terry struggled out of his shoes and pants and stood before his mother.He felt more naked and helpless than he had ever felt in his life. Hefelt as if he were on display. He felt the morning sunlight warming. He found a pair of sneakers in gray that could fit, althoughhe feared for his toes while wearing them, they were so cramped.He looked at the purse and realized he had picked it based on function,as a man would, and that it did not match his dress at all. He lookedagain and found a small black clutch that wouldn't even hold all themakeup he had stashed in the purse. "How do they decide what to takewith them?" he wondered. He chose the lipstick and foundation, thinkingit would be the most.