She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slid them down, but not so quick that I didn’t catch a glimpse of a dark patch of hair between her legs...before the skirt came back down. By this time, my head was reeling. This sudden outburst by mom, the physical sensations of her tits against my back, the quick glimpse of what I knew to be her pussy, and the realization and embarrassment that I didn’t mind the bra on me… I kind of liked it.As all this was trying to process in my head, I saw that. She was shocked hearing this. I was scared, thinking about what she would tell my wife and cousin. I apologized to her for my remark.She just left my shop without another word. Few days passed and then I got a call from a landline it was Amisha.Amisha: How are you? Please, can you come home? I have some issue with my mobile and it’s not working properly.Me: What happened?Amisha: I am not able to send or receive any WhatsApp messages and neither am I able to work on any other apps.I knew what. This were Buffy’s special guests for Christmas was staying, she had used the phrase ‘scooby gang’ when mentioning it to Sarah. Sarah reached the door to the queen suite and used the pass card to open the door. The biggest feature of this room was the four-poster bed with voile drapes that stood on a different level that you had to walk up a few steps to reach. Behind the bed was a floor to ceiling window that over looked the outside swimming pool. Dawn stepped in and her mouth dropped open in. Another knock drifted through the small house. Sharon rose and settled her little daughter into her crib, quietly exited the room and padded down the hallway, pulling her robe closed and retying it. She reached the front door just as her visitor was turning to leave."Oh, John!" she said, smiling. "Hello."John Merrill turned around and returned Sharon's smile. His eyes made a hasty trip to her bosom and back. Sharon kept her smile pasted on her face, but subtly pulled her robe tighter. John's.