When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra to much. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the ...irror. I really didn’t need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. “For a mother of an nineteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look. I think I might be falling in love with you.’ Something like that.”Hannah stood and turned, hiding her face with her hands as if she was embarrassed. It was actually because she was about to burst into laughter. What helped her get control again was that Harper had probably just said the exact things she wished she could say to Bob. And Hannah knew how important a crush can be in a girl’s life. She turned back around and dropped her hands.“Okay, I think I can do it.”“It will work, Mom. I know. The delicate cobwebs dusted across their spigots spoke to exactly how long they’d been down here. A set of four wooden stairs that sat beside the wine barrels led up to a beaten, old wooden door that likely should have been replaced a long, long time ago. The room itself wasn’t that large – perhaps a solid six by five feet. But the darkness, deep in corners and tipped with the crisp, raw edge of Wynter, made it feel much bigger. Still shaken but functioning clearer, his mind tried to work out. "Ooooooooh gosh, what are you doing to me? I have never felt anything like whatever you just did to me."I just smiled to myself as I kissed up over her flat tummy and then gently kissed on her nipples. She pulled me up and looked at me... "Can I see it again? Please?" Yes, I really need to pee. That was why I came to the bathroom before I decided I needed to taste your delicious little pie."She giggled. "So I am a sweet dessert?" "Definitely sweet!" I said."I have a question?" Eden.