"No clothes. That's Kris' word. No clothes. Just like you are."I stared at him, dumfounded, with the robe covering my front as it hung from both hands...at my neck. "Not even this?" Nothin'. Just put it back, and let's go, I'm about to fuckin' starve."Slowly, I hung my robe on its plastic hanger, and followed T downstairs in my "altogehter," as my mother would have said. I blushed from head to toes, I'm sure, as I presented myself, a sticky, naked mess, in the kitchen. Kris spoke first."Good,. Oh, Bev, you're such a naughty girl! The things you can do with your tongue..." No dear, Bev is hardly a dog. In fact, she's very attractive..." Well, if you must know, she's your father's former mistress..." Oh, yes he did. I knew about her for years but I don't think he knew I knew..." No, I'm not making this up. After the funeral we were talking. I told her no hard feelings, since I always knew your father thought the grass was greener on the other side of the fence... Ohhhhhh, Bevvvv!!.... Through her talks I found that she was lonely all her life and wanted someone as companion or at least a master.She loved to talk, Watching TV and giving massage but quite strangely she wasnt a food enthusiast though she cooks so well.After my dinner she again asked if She can massage. To make her happy I said Okay and started doing my little office work at home.As she was massaging sitting on floor and I was in Chair, I looked down to see her deep cleavage. FUCK GOD. It was soo sexy. This was. She had brown hair, and looked like she was a smaller woman, from what I could tell from her sitting down, and her chest looked like it was irregularly large for her size and body type. As I looked closely at her she really looked a lot like Sara. For some reason as I was looking at her, I had that strange feeling that I had met her before, but I had no idea where from.“Finally my mom’s here” I heard Sara say, which broke my complete focus on this woman in front of me. I heard her, but what she.