I said yes. I gotta say that grandma doesn't look much like a grandma - first I was always calling her by her name instead of grandma, she was petite ...ut lively and vigorous, like time had no impact on her.We made our way to the hall of the apartment. The hall has a closet with bath towels and has the entrance to the bathroom but you can't see the bedroom bed from there, so grandpa couldn't see what was happening there.As Denise reached for the bath towels, I slowly undressed and got naked. Looking at these pictures has done something to me. She doesn't look like the same mom. I'm instantly aware of her large breasts pushed up against the thin cloth of her tank top. Her large hard nipples poking against the tight fabric. Her thick pouty lips and fiery sexy eyes. The smoothness and flawlessness that her asian heritage gives to her perfect skin. Her sexy skin tight short shorts and curvatious hips.I avert my eyes quickly to prevent any more awkwardness."So when is the due date?" She. A simple interface popped up before Edmund, Masters details fill in now or skip?"Oh just get on with it," Edmund demanded, jabbing skip.Subject?He halted, and scratched his head, the names just would come. They were in his head somewhere, but shrouded in alcoholic fog.Finally, triumphantly he typed.Celia: PC.Edmund laughed at the little spinning graphic that appeared. It looked just like Celia, but how hard was that? After all PC's all looked the same. It was kind of neat the way it had a tiny. " Oh... well..." I mumbled, looking away, "thanks." Are you're blushing?" Mrs. Jacobs teased. "Why? Do you *want* to becomea housewife?" No!" I said, too quickly and too loudly. "I mean... Ha, Ha! Of coursenot! Who would *want* to be a housewife? I mean, not that there'sanything wrong with that, of course - you know, caring for a household,managing the family finances, taking care of the children, providingsustenance, taking care of one's husband, entertaining family andfriends..." I trailed.