" She huffs quickly, her cheeks flushing. "You idiot. Besides it's this outfit. Anyone could wear this and look a hundred times more appealing." It's ...ot just the outfit." You say simply. You see Lucy struggle to fight the smile spreading across her face, but she eventually gives in."Okay, okay. I said you could boost my ego, not launch it into space." She says. "Thank you, though. It means a lot to hear it from someone who really means it. Especially you." Her warm smile is the most heartfelt. Years of single mothering had emboldened Billy, her son.The lad grew great interest in private parts and curls of hair.Money worries took second place to hiding from his daily dares.Yesterday he lifted her skirt to catch a glimpse of her quim.Threats and commands failed to turn his mind away from sin.In failing warmth, Wendy despaired from a sudden little sound.A gentle slapping foiled her napping in suds floating around.Somewhere close the boy watched - she sensed it but not where. I wasn't wearing any panties; I rarely did. Today was no different.I am not ashamed of my body. I eat right most of the time and when I don't I spend extra time in the gym to work it off. Because of all the time in the gym now and sports at an early age I never had the big saggy type tits. I kept the fat that settles there worked off. They weren't overly big but they were firm with nice nipples. I had muscles in all the right places from my time in the gym; I could do a respectable muscle pose. The rented Lexus took him to a Hilton, downtown. He registered and used a different credit card and name. He asked for, and got room 921. He was more interested in the people with reservations in room 821 in the other Hilton in town, the next day. As he approached the door to 921 he pulled on some latex gloves. Inside the room he was careful not to leave any fingerprints. He knew, from watching CSI on television, that he would leave epithelial skin cells, in the room. He also knew his DNA was.