Waxman, I can never look as beautiful as Barbara. After seeing my father naked, I know what my genetic limitations are. But now I believe what everyon... has been saying about looking the best that my body can. I can feel good about that when I get there." That's wonderful, Missy. It's why I'm in this business." There was a companionable silence for a couple of minutes."Can we really make this work? I mean me living independently?" There are some obstacles, but I believe that we can pull it off.. “I can’t wait much longer.”He answered her by placing hot kisses on each of her breasts, her nipples hardening. He spread her legs slightly and pushed her panties to the side, his fingers searching for her wetness.“Edward,” she repeated.“You won’t have to wait,” he said, gently circling her clitoris with a confident yet delicate finger. He waited for her to moan before he spoke again. “I’m going to leave her.”“What?” Ariel asked. Teasingly, his finger stopped moving and he pulled back slightly. For my part I was staring at her in complete disbelief. She smiled at me timidly and I thought for a second how insecure she must be and what a huge risk this whole thing was for us as adults and family members."You don't want to snuggle up like before?" she whispered. Up until that moment I had just assumed she was being motherly and didn't want her son to sleep on a couch with just a blanket to keep him warm. I realized that she had said "come back to bed" more than once and had just now said. She was wearing 6inch white stiletto heels. Her long curvy legs were encased in white super tight lace. She had a small skirt around her waist to separate the top and the bottom of the costume. The costume was two sizes to small on her. Her large breast and fat ass, was stretching the costume to its maximum. Her costume was close to bursting off her."Hi! MMmm...Is that you....young man? Next door?" she said. I smiled. I blew some more smoke at her. "What are you doing in here? Are you the.