She was a fantastic looking woman. I could understand why another man would find her attractive. Desperately not wanting to stare, her firm breasts lo...ked magnificent as she freed them from her bra. ‘It was a Wonderbra? When had she started to wear that?’ I walked past her as she stepped out of a tiny, black, G-string. I HAD noticed this change of underwear, earlier in the year, and I approved, but this looked smaller, and sexier than her usual ones-or the ones that I remembered her. I feel dirty now," I laughed. "Gonna take a bath."I lit some candles around the bathroom and dimmed the lights, while the tub was being filled. The pretty girl in the mirror admired herself, caressing her sensitive breasts and taut, round tummy. I slid into the warm water and turned on the whirlpool. The massaging jets were exactly what my body needed."I'm coming in," KT announced.When I opened my eyes, she was standing next to the tub, naked, carrying a bottle of wine and a wine glass in one. Ok, so I had a few issues back then, but doesn't everyone at 18? For me most of these issues revolved around my mom being temperamental and difficult, and the way I had been brought up. My mom, Margaret Addington, or Marge as she liked to be known, had divorced three years back, and now at 55, in the prime of her life, she had become a bit of a recluse. She'd given up on men, 'I'm not giving myself to another man' she would say angrily, when I'd suggest she maybe try meeting someone. 'Not after. Sure enough I could make out Cindy in the hall with her hands in the air yelling, "It's me!" while jumping up and down in place.Then the hall light came on and I heard put the gun down. Turning I saw Jerri holding a pistol down at her side and only then did I realize I was still pointing the pistol down the hall in the general direction of Cindy. Putting the pistol down inside the study seemed to release Cindy. She ran back down the hall and started hugging me as she cried.I led her to the.