It was noon before I got up. Mom was working in her studio. I made myself a cup of coffee and wandered out there, standing in the doorway for several ...inutes before she became aware of me. She paused to review her progress, picking up a glass of wine to sip as she eyed it critically. Putting the glass down, Mom arched her back and held her arms high, then bent her elbows so her hands could stretch her fingers along the back of her neck, her breasts thrust wonderfully tight against her cotton. . hic ... drunk you know." I growled.He moved my horse around and I tried to hop a bit, moving closer. To my shame I outright belched, loudly. Kevin was grinning like a jack-o-lantern. But wisely remained silent. The hiccups were gone."Here in my hands." He'd bent, cupped his hands and waited."I can't step into..." No, your knee. Place your left knee here in my hands, I'll lift and..." Of course." I said and blushed.It took two tries but he lifted, I pulled on the saddle and I was mounted. With. Feeling buyer’s remorse before he’d actually purchased the product, John prepared to turn on his heel but she barked “Come in” and he stepped into the flat with a sense of foreboding.The living room, which you entered on going through the front doorway of the flat, was empty apart from a mountain bike propped against a radiator that had knickers and bras drying on it and an unplugged electric heater pushed up against the far wall. She grabbed his arm and steered him into the poky bedroom which. Amy’s son Brian, was all about him ,and even me. He thinks we are so cool, because we are, or I was, a Seal. Even Amber, Amy’s daughter was all goo goo eye’d over him. But I know Matt, he won’t even think of dating her. Not because of who she is related too, he just won’t put another woman through what he did with Jenny, his ex-wife. Jenny was a great gal. Sexy as hell, and a total flirt with us. But she couldn’t handle the deployments, or missions we were sent on. If he was still married to.