When she came home, she confirmed his decision after tasting it with her finger and saying, "That is perfect. I am famished and cannot wait to have so...e."After kissing him on the cheek, she changed into a tight t-shirt and shorts. Then, they ate dinner together and shared the day's events.All through dinner, Vic's eyes were drawn to his mother's breasts bursting from the deep-scooped t-shirt. Her breasts pressed against the fabric and he could just make out her swollen nipples. Her t-shirt was. And it was progressing as enchantedly as she'd hoped... the cocktails, then dinner, and finally, the agreed motel for a few impassioned hours.God, in the store, his hot kisses had been searing embraces of lustful desire, his big warm hands eagerly smoothing over her tremulous curves. "Damn!" he'd hoarsely whispered, "Why aren't you dressed the way you were the first time... ?" She'd laughed teasingly into his face. "I'm no chippy, darling. If you really want me, we do it genteelly... not like. He in turn was introduced to Dan and Emily Walker. They seemed like nice people which was Greg’s first impression.His second impression was that they were good golfers when they teed off. Dan’s drive was long and straight. Emily’s drive didn’t have the distance Dan’s had but she hit it straight. Her nice smooth swing told Greg she was not a novice golfer.Greg had a good time golfing. Greg thought the Walkers were probably in their early forties. Dan said he was a computer programmer and Emily. Shae said, “So, she’s not your girlfriend or anything?”“Nothing of the kind. She’s OK ... but not really my type.”“What is your type?”I pulled a few more weeds, sat back to look at her, and replied, “It’s kind of tough to say, kiddo; someone who I can just hang out with and be myself, someone who, for some reason I find attractive and desirable, I don’t know, someone who makes me happy ... and (with a smile) being pretty doesn’t hurt either.”She gave this some thought as I gazed upon her. She.