But you can’t blame him, my god, you are so beautiful and sexy looking that if I was him I’d want you to take care of me all the time. You know, m... hubby is the same way. By the way, I know that I shouldn’t be asking you this, but how old are you; I mean really? Lez tells me that you’re in your forties but you look like you’re not even in your late thirties.” Mom had reached the stage where she was giggling at just about anything Christy said. One thing that I do know about mom for sure; the. “Don't worry. I'll show you why we're here. Perhaps this will answer your questions.” At that moment, Becca turned around. I watched as she removed the trenchcoat from her body. She tossed the trenchcoat onto the sidelines before she spun around and showed me what she had on. I gasped. Becca was wearing the cheerleader uniform that I first saw her in when she was a Rasington cheerleader. “Goddamn, you still look sexy in that thing,” I remarked. “I've been itching to have some fun for a. After a few years, my mother gave up asking when she would get grandc***dren and sex became a monthly occurrence like paying the mortgage or washing the car. Forget about oral (twice ever, both times she was drunk) or anything other than missionary. I could have had an affair, but I've never had success with the ladies and I didn't want to go so far as to cheat on Sharon. Instead, I started fantasizing about the guys she had been with and what she did with them. I would jerk off picturing her. ”“Great!” Todd said. He squatted down next to the seated Emma and held his cell phone out.“Say cheese!” he said. Emma gave a big toothy grin as he snapped the photo.Todd’s BMW pulled into “Bella Vista,” a local Italian restaurant. He handed the keys to the valet and ran around to Emma’s side to help her out of the car.“Hello, Mr. Todd!” said the Maitre’ D that greeted them warmly at the front door. “So good to see you again!”“Good evening, Giovanni. And I told you not to call me ‘Mr!’” Todd.