. well with Ellen ... it's eating away at her, too. We ... we know Ellen was involved in that attack on you. Mother has not spoken to her since. You k...ow how Mother always saw you as future son-in-law, tying the families together again and all that. Damn, I'm babbling. But it's so good to see you again. You must come to visit us and meet Rose, my wife I mean. You remember Rose Sefton? The skinny blonde? Well, when I saw her again at uni, she wasn't skinny anymore." Rose Sefton?" Henry asked. Not only could he look, but also he could make her turn this way and that to give him a better view from all angles. And, he liked what he saw. Her full breasts and trim hips were like those of a much younger woman. He realized that she had kept herself in very good shape and that she was very sexy. Strangely, it never occurred to him that his mother could be sexy or, God forbid, turn him on. Yet as he sat and watched her try on dresses, slacks, sweaters, blouses and shorts, he found himself. I wish they did.Where were we? Oh, the invitations to the party, the birthday party. Yes, it had candles. Yes, twenty-three of them, lighted, on the birthday cake. Ice cream cake, five levels. No it didn't fall off. Yes, the son got to blow it out and make a wish. What wish? Not going to tell you yet. No, no! I have to continue the story and you will find out in the end, okay?So, back to the invitations. The three young women got their own invitations and all were excited. But the stepmother. But as his hands continued their busy run, fingertips gliding gently, over her breasts she suddenly felt like her breasts were sexy and maybe even she was sexy. His hands felt restricted though by all the material around them. She wanted them to have free access to her. And she wanted him to see what he had been so lovingly exciting for the past few minutes. And before she could even think about making the decision her hands were working on removing her shirt. He leaned out of the kiss as she.