" That's a silly question; she's standing right there waiting her turn in the bathroom. And close your robe; you want your preteen daughter to see you... junk!?"What was that about the doctor?" Nothing she hasn't seen before, I'm sure," he said, shaking his head, and with a note of sadness in his voice as he continued up the hall to the bedroom he'd shared with his wife of 20 years until she'd been murdered by a gang of home invasion rapists 20 years earlier.Once George closed his bedroom door. I looked at CJ, shaking my head, and couldn't stop myself from dancing to the sexy rhythm. "Come here," I beckoned, with my index finger. I put CJ's hands on my waist and played my hips and shoulders, sexily for him. I closed my eyes, shutting out everything except the music and the feeling of CJ touching my body, as I danced.When I opened my eyes again, CJ's lustful expression turned me into a statue. We held each other's gaze for several seconds, before I was released from its grip. I leaned. Her cunt quivered with the excitement of what she saw. She had never felt so turned on before in her life. The sight of her son's gorgeous body spread out on his bed, his tight firm asscheeks now pointing in her direction, caused her pussy to heat up and trickle with anxiety and desire. "See me in my room immediately!"She turned and stalked out the door, her thighs warm and wet. She quickly undressed and put on a nightie and sprawled on her bed. In a matter of minutes, her son entered, clad in. Nobody knew where he had learned that as well as the foreign languages he spoke. He always paid his rent on time and had lived in the same room for about 25 years. The rooming house was a good one and the people there were steady boarders. Mrs. Galloway didn’t take in any drifters, bums or people who couldn’t pay. There were many rooming houses in the area since many single men worked in nearby factories, stores or shops of all kinds.That evening, a Saturday it was, Henry was reading the.