I couldn't tell them our real names and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell them who mom was. Quickly glancing over at mom as the second couple, the C...ifford's from Northern Virginia, started to tell us their story, I saw that the same realisation had hit her. I mouthed over an 'it's okay' to her and pointed to myself, trying to let her know that I'd handle it.When the Clifford's had finished their story all eyes turned toward me. And I could see they were curious. The age difference between. ’ ‘Did Beth not cook?’ she asked. ‘She wasn’t as good as I was…she admitted that herself. Beth was more of a…nuker.’ ‘And you?’ She was curious. ‘I’m more of a creative chef…got that from my mom. ‘Guess and Hope’ was her lesson. ‘If you start with good basics and don’t skimp on the process, whatever you make will be good…or at least edible.’ ‘ We laughed at that, and I reflected on how enjoyable this all was. Great food, liquor…and company. I looked at Danielle fully. She is lovely, I thought,. I went back over and we went back to talking about her new diet she was on. The k**s came back in the room but I couldn’t help but notice how she was looking at me when I was and when I wasn’t looking at her. We sat with the k**s and had dinner, afterwards I read the k**s a book while she cleaned up. For a while I actually felt like I was legitimately helping. But I kept noticing the way she would look at me. As the night went on she kept handing me beers and I noticed she was drinking which. I pretended to read but my mind was on Steve. I was wondering if he was standing in the house looking at my pussy? I must have stayed there for about 15 minutes when the back door slid open and Steve walked out with some lemonade in hand. I could see he was staring at my pussy as he came out but then took his gaze away. I did not change my position as he kept walking towards me. He handed me a glass of lemonade saying it is hot and I may need it. I knew he had seen my pussy now and since he was.