As Ken poured himself a cup of coffee, Sandy could see the flaps of his robe swing open occasionally, making it clear that he was not wearing anything...underneath. She could see his flaccid cock dangling between his legs…its mushroom shaped head banging against his thigh as he moved about the kitchen.Ken walked over to where Sandy was sitting by the table, his robe hanging precariously closed, as he sipped coffee out of his coffee mug.In between sips he said, “Good morning, Sandy…how’d you. To then suddenly realised that would cross the line of no return, that all this was just temporary until I hopefully got my job back and my life could go back to how it was. Flustered and now more than a little horny I quickly changed back and made my way to the checkout. My now customary last stop of the day was that lovely café, for a coffee and something to eat.I made my order and took up a window seat so I could carry on people watching, as well as see a mild reflection of myself in the. I wonder how to fit you are at this age.Sir: I love workouts and I love to dance. It makes me look fit.Mom: I don’t know any techniques.Sir: I will teach you.Mom: Seriously. Please teach me.Sir: But when will I teach.Mom: Tomorrow is Sunday. So you come at 7 am and we can work out and after that, you can teach Rohit.Sir: That’s a good idea.Next day morning 7 am Sir came in a Black short and white t-shirt. When sir saw mom he was stunned. She was in white leggings through which her black panty. Living so far away has been difficult, and having my own flesh and blood so proudly coming to attend my alma mater, warmed my heart.On instinct I cut in. “She will come live with me, s*s. I insist on it!”“Oh, Jeffrey; really?” she exclaimed.“Absolutely, I’m a five minute walk from the campus; I live in this big old house by myself. It will be wonderful to have her; to share in her experience at school; to bond with my sister’s daughter.”There was silence on the other end. I continued, “That.