A couple of days before onecontest, we had a great work out and then returned to our hotel room. Iquickly went and took a shower and emerged wrapped i... a small towel and Dadtold me he'd clean up next."Oh Rick, your Uncle Tony is coming by to see us. Get the door when hecomes, OK son?" Sure Dad." I answered.A few minutes after he'd disappeared into the bathroom and before I had achance to dress, there was a knock on the door and I opened it to my UncleTony. He was a couple of years younger than. I watched her hips sway leisurely back and forth beneath the dark, shiny vinyl skirt that just covered her most private of parts, to the way they caused her perky breasts to jostle seductively about. Not finding the proper top to encase those 36-B beauties, I'd decided to leave them as Mother Nature had, completely unfettered by restrictions. The combination of the cool air conditioning, her own physical anticipation and the indefinite possibilities that lay ahead had brought both of her. My mother had certainly changed a lot over the last several years, too. She had never been a petite woman, but she was always in relatively good shape and took care of herself. Her once dark brown hair had turned partially gray. Her 5'5" body was now weighted down with about 150 pounds and her once firm breasts now sagged. Mom always had a pleasant face, and it still was, but now it was covered with a few more lines and her eyes had a constant glaze to them.I hugged both Mom and Ed and invited. Pippa had only spoken to me twice now, in just a few hours, but she had already wormed her way into my heart, for some reason, much to my astonishment. Her eagerness to please me had done the trick ... I was already falling for her.“Well, Pippa, we can discuss this over lunch, can’t we? See ya then, babe. I look forward to that conversation. It’s a date, and likely to be an eye-opener,” I cleared my throat, admitting to myself that I was fascinated by Pippa’s winning ways, her English.