She was a “lifer” as the full time, permanent, residents of Vail call themselves.“Hi, Davy. What can I get you?” she asked, shoving the peanut... in front of me. Molly is about six feet tall and weights probably one sixty. She is all muscle because every available moment she spends skiing, hiking or in the gym. Still.“Give me a Coors, Molly. Say, do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?”“Davy, that is a lousy pick up line. Why don’t you just ask me if I want to fuck?”“Well, Molly, do you...”“No!” She. “I saw it there and just thought...”“No, there’s not a problem, I mean, you’re a professional musician, I thought I recognized you when you checked in,” she said. “By all means, if you want to play and sing, particularly some Christmas music, I’m sure all of the guests would really appreciate it.”“If that’s okay, sure,” I said.“Oh, now I’m the one who should apologise, putting you on the spot to agree to perform gratis,” she said. “I shouldn’t have asked you, it wasn’t fair of me.”“No, really. .”She doesn’t even know what she wants to say. But she knows now that even as dumb as I am I have discovered the evidence of her excitement. I know she’s turned on and somehow that gives me a kind of power over her, an entirely different kind of power than the halfhearted blackmail we started out with. I think that if we were to put our feelings into words we’d agree that this is better.Mrs. Hanson is not the only person in the room who’s embarrassed. Now the time has come for me to undress. I. She never left the house without being totally 'put-together' and even dressed sexy when she stayed home. This had an unexpected effect on her young son who, from the time he hit puberty, began to take notice. In the evenings she would lounge in a thin red gown with panties and a pair of slip on heels. At some point Jenny began to take notice of her handsome son's glances. Before long, it became obvious that he was very interested in her hot body, especially her luscious boobs. At first it.