She was no longer just a woman who gave birth to me or took care of me while growing up. Now, I started looking at her as a viable, sexually romantic ...artner.As a matter of fact, she was the reason for my poor love life. Back in my old college, my male friends lust over her beauty. That was okay, I was fine with that. But my female friends were intimidated by her goddess-like beauty.Despite me being a decent looking guy, none of the girls approached me to make me their boyfriend. They had this. He was quite proud with himself actually. He was serious, he didn't say any inappropriate jokes and he comforted her. Not bad at all! But talk? He wasn't good at this part. And what did she meant by everything?"Okay. If you want to. But what do you mean when you say everything?" asked Ron."I mean everything, Ron. There so many things I've never told you about and I want to. I really do. But I need some time to find the courage, because what I want to tell you it might change our relationship,. She smiled and told me anytime! The next few days were spent with us flashing one another whenever we had a chance. If my wife was busy cleaning or out of the house, my mother in law would change with her door wide open, or walk from the shower to her room naked. I did the same, and we teased each other relentlessly. Whenever it would be too much for me I would walk into her room, right in front of her, grab some panties from the top of her hamper and go relieve myself in the bathroom. Always. Which one do you choose?" Ah'm still not suah, since ah nevuh read the story, but ah'll take a stabat it. Ah'm guessin' C. Number Twelve." You totally sure, Roberta? You can just quit if you wanna, and if you'rewrong, you'll lose the arms, the face, the height, and the crotch." No, ah've gotta go all the way! I'm taking C as mah' final answuh." Holy frijoles, Roberta, you got the right answer! You've just won longcurly hair!"Indeed, Roberta's collar-length hair fell down to her waist, and.