Honestly, I couldn'tbelieve there had been that many women in the diner.I awkwardly fumbled with the skirt while Melinda watched, seeming to enjoymy p...ight as usual. Every movement I made made me acutely aware of thechanges Melinda had made, and my breasts seemed to have a mind of theirown. My frustration must have been apparent, for Melinda's grin grew evenwider."Do you want me to help with those?" she asked with an innocent grin.I was quite familiar with Melinda's brand of help, but for a. She laughed, "That's not easy. Let me lie on the bed and you can pull from the bottom." I pulled her jeans off to see her crotch covered in blue lace panties. She said, "You're seeing more of me now." I am and loving every second of it. You are a sight to behold." I reached for her panties and she lifted her hips as I removed them and brought them to my nose. Her pubic hair was curly dark brown perfectly trimmed for her bikini.She smiled and took back her panties to sniff, "I like the smell of. I hope he was good to you."Brianna paused, relieved. "Yeah, he was good to me. Very good."Rachel laughed. "What's cooking this morning? I'm hungry."Brianna must have felt guilty. "I'll fix something. What do you want?"Rachel joined her and they soon produced fruit, scrambled eggs, ham and English muffins. They were back to their good-natured teasing as they prepared the food.When Brianna went to the bathroom, I asked Rachel, "Get any last night?"Rachel even blushed. "Could have, but didn't. Not. Today was day two of another bout of sobriety. They were short-lived and sometimes I’d catch a glimpse of the father I used to know. Those were the moments I would broach the topic of his drinking, only to be met with a sort of defensive hostility or worse, silence. Then there were times I said nothing at all, just so we could enjoy the fragile normalcy in the house. ‘Where ye goin’?’ he asked in a measured, flat tone. ‘To a wedding,’ I whispered. I couldn’t remember if I’d told him about the.