She looked at it once but then she kept herself busy with her work. I was repeatedly stealing glances of her sexy body. Her lovely boobs kept juggling...every time she moved around. She could sense that I was trying to get close to her and was being touchy with her.She started to breathe heavily and her boobs heaved every time she took deep breaths. For men, it is just the eyes that need to feel the sexiness of a women’s body. Once you feel the sexiness in eyes then all our other senses wake up. I roamed the well-furnished rooms, read a few book titles, examined a couple of prints, rummaged through a small desk and found the place deserted so I mounted the carpeted stairs and ensconced myself in the biggest and fanciest bedroom with a bottle of wine, some sausage and a hunk of bread, pulled off my boots, stretched out on a comfortable chaise and waited, not quite relaxed but accepting the opportunity for rest. When you soldier for a living, you never miss a chance to rest, piss, roger. I attached the tags as he went through them. My grandmother; a baby boomer; yes born: 1961. My mum; Gen X, conceived 1979. Moi a millennial gen chick; 1997. Whoops; gave you too much detail there. Yes: my gran and mum were inter-generational; shock horror to some; single young mothers. Gran; Helen is a good looking fifty –four. She understands technology alright...the wonders of breast augmentation and liposuction and the latest hottest sex toys. She said it was the bra free seventies and a few. "Sorry, John," my father said, "I would have thought this easier than it looks. Can you come to the doorway and stand? I can show you things that way." Yes, but I need help up," I replied.My father and Special Agent Downs got me to my feet. I crutched over and stood at the doorframe.When my father opened the mirrored medicine cabinet over the sink I almost laughed. I also knew why he called me in. It was stuffed full. I knew my stuff by sight, but he didn't. So he went down the line, pointing,.