Again, heels were only about two inches high, so I was notgoing to have a lot of trouble balancing on them. I knew only too wellthough, that if a guy ...ver tried to come on to me, that I would neverbe able to either fight or to run away from him, not wearing theseshoes.Next on the pile of clothes was a white silk blouse. I found that thebuttons caused me a wee bit of problems, till I would get used tothem, and again I chided myself for that thought. I was not ever goingto get used to buttoning a. ” I had no doubt she was telling the truth. She had more curves than the Monaco Grand Prix.“Well, it doesn’t look like you need further convincing,” she said gazing at my crotch.I looked down. My cock was tenting under the sheet like an Indian teepee.“I dunno, Mom. You better take your clothes back off so I can check.”“Oh, really?” she said, walking toward the foot of the king-size bed. “You know a young man your age isn’t supposed to see his own mother naked.” Her tone was suddenly one. I wasn’t. I’d never be fine again.A pleasant server at McEwan’s looked at me and smiled. “Can I get you anything?”I pointed at the barbecued salmon. “That, and some rice, please.”From behind me, a voice: “Mr. Roth?”When I turned, I saw a tall, elegant woman, her dark mahogany hair brushed and glossy, thick and falling to her shoulder blades in waves. Underdressed in tight jeans, flat shoes, and a colourful silk blouse tucked in, she exuded class. I saw her eyes; stunning emerald green. She. I shook my head and stated, “Boys will always be boys.” Craig grabbed a glass of water and said, “I think I need to grab a power nap before dinner.”Dan replied, "I’ll stretch out on the couch if you don’t mind.”Craig responded, “Help yourself.”I went back to the kitchen to get some preparations for dinner. I was slicing tomatoes for a salad and kind of giggled when I thought about the size of the cucumber on the counter. My thoughts drifted and soon I noticed I was once again biting my lower.