" A souvenir? I love the thought of it." I took one more kiss; standing on tiptoes and holding one leg up behind me the way girls do in the movies."Af...er you finish ... could you help me get some things down from the loft in the garage?"Tongue-tied, he just nodded, his jaw hanging slack.I smiled and slipped out of the cabana ahead of him. I knew I was exaggerating the swing of my hips just so he would look at me again. My heart was still working at a furious pace from excitement and I was glad. He hesitates like he has to think about it, I know his dying to touch me. "Are you sure it's appropriate Jessica, I mean your naked in there." "Yes Dave, it's not like you haven't seen me naked before," I say with a smirk. So in he walks, I can see his pants bulging and he sees that I see it. I hand him the sponge and facing him my breast almost at his eye level which he can't take his eyes off and squirt the soap onto the wet sponge. I turn around for him and arch my back so my butt sticks. Me: So where was that respect when you let me suck your boobs. Even if we presume that it was a motherly act to breastfeed the child, not everything that I did, or should I say that everything you let me do, falls under that motherly love, right?Me: Some time ago, you talked like a free and truly modern mom who would let her son see naked and asked to do it openly. And now, suddenly, you are talking some bullshit like purity. Don’t you think so?Mom: Well, being free and open is one thing, and. ”“You have tested him out on this?”“I have, Chief. He is good at the task, as I am sure you know.” Her glance lit on Numa’s swelling belly. Numa smiled. “I do, as do many others. Expect to also be pregnant soon. Your talent at the weaving is of more immediate concern to me. Are you able to perform your trade in this location?”“The location does not matter, as long as I have the material to weave together on my loom – that is what the frame is called. Do you have suitable material available,.