We will let her have her fun.All this time the mother says nothing. She is in some type of shock and I don't touch her and I don't want to intrude but...she needs someone. I have seen that look before, every day I see that look. Every day I shave a man with that same look, twice a day I see that look. It has been a year and he still has that look. I see that look twice a day, it has been a year and I see that look, I repeat to myself over and over."What do you want to eat?" I ask. No reply at. Flowing white hair with blue luster draped over her shoulder, revealing from behind an alluring white nape. Her bare feet leaned tightly on one another and to the side, as if they were not used to ever being apart. From her ankles up to the thin, shining strap around her neck, a light dress in all the colors of the sea flaunted her exquisite figure.“General Beking!” A stern, disciplinary voice sounded from outside the room connected to the balcony.The middle aged woman, General Beking of the. I was wearing a tight light blue t-shirt with a gayish logo that read: "I eat boys up", a pair of hot white shorts, and a pair of stripped white and blue socks that were up a little bit higher off of my knees - people were kind of looking at me weird. But I love that I was calling peoples attention.So, after a while a guy of about my height, stocky with a beer belly, a nice bushy beard, and very masculine sat on the table next to mine and opened his laptop. After about 5 minutes he said to me:. However as she got older she was getting better looking with the pasting years. She was really good looking for being 59. She went to the gym 4 to 5 times a week and was really staying in shape.I remember the day she asked me "how old do you think I am?"I looked at her and said"45." I told her, her eyes were smiling for that one."Wow" she said, "your kidding right?" "No, you look in your mid 40's your small at 5'4" not more then 115 lbs you have smooth skin, some wrinkles here and there but.