The double entendre word play teased and excited him, as she intend it to. He unscrewed the suntan lotion bottle's lid... She shifted into a comfortab...e position in the hammock, bending one leg at the knee, pulling her foot up along the soft cotton rope, she let it fall to the side and rest against the hammock near him, her legs spread widely. She let out a slight sigh as she unfolded her arms and interlocked her fingers behind her head. He would have unrestricted access to her body. She could. “It was horrible, Mum. Horrible!”“I’m sure it was, Izzy. I’m sure it was.”She was calming down a little but was still very upset.“Tell me what happened,” I encouraged her.She sniffed and blew her nose down the phone before replying.“He said it’s finished. It’s over. I’m history.”“Was he as nasty as that?”“Oh he tried to be nice at first, saying it wasn’t me, it was him; that the long-distance relationship wasn’t working...”She paused.“Was it working?” I asked“We could have made it work, Mum.”I. As soon as she walked through my door I looked at her in amazement. She was nineteen at the time, her red hair flowing past her shoulders. She was wearing black tight pants, that showed every curve of her luscious ass. She was wearing a red bra underneath her white shirt, that was plainly see-through. Her breasts, at 36 DD, were hard not to look at, no matter how many times I had seen them in the past. She stood at about 5 foot 5 inches and always considered herself as curvy, however I only. I’ll just love being here!”“I’m glad you like it Margo, it’s a good shape and it has a nice feel to it somehow.”The two small windows were draped in softly coloured cotton and the wooden floor had a beautiful Persian style carpet alongside a deep comfy bed. We each went to a window and looking out, we saw our boys chuckling their way across the yard together.They had that magical mix that make youths so appealing to mothers like me. Ben had his shirt thrown over his shoulder, his body proudly.