Before starting the first incident I want to tell about my mom , she is like 5’9 height, age is 43 , have a nice butt with a fair complexion and boo...s are well maintained with a size of 34. She is like a sex bomb means any man can get a night fall by imagining her in his dream.In our society she is the regular topic of conversation in every man and boys mouth.The incident was dictated by my mom to me so after here the words are in context of hers.The first incident happened when my mother. Strike while the iron's hot, eh? Good man, yer da. Not wasting time, eh? Well, I'll have to talk to her mother first, you know. This isn't the sort of thing she'll let me decide on me own, you know." It was a statement, not a question and at that he stood up and went, solemnly, into the kitchen.I sat and sweated forever. At least it seemed like that, but actually, he returned immediately, with his wife and Jean both looking expectantly puzzled, or should that be puzzledly expectant? Jean and. They quickly set their coffee down and rushed into the house and down the hallway. They found their daughter Sue standing in the doorway of her bedroom staring at a confused Jason. He was sitting on the side of the bed looking around the room while Sue yelled, “Who the hell are you and why are you in my bed? And where’s your clothes?”Jason flushed and stammered, “Don’t know and don’t know. Who are you? Where are we anyway?”Hank pushed Sue aside and stepped into the room. As he moved past Sue he. Would you like to dance?” He cautiously asked.“Yes I would, Michael,” she smiled, accepting his hand.Abby beamed as she watched them begin to dance, and Michael gave her a thumbs-up smile.“What was that all about?” Brad asked, accepting Abby’s returning embrace.“I’m just playing matchmaker,” she smiled, seeing the new couple dancing.“You’re certainly playing matchmaker with me,” Brad smiled, embracing his love.Brad continued to receive praise for his performance on stage. Abby never left his.