She still only thinks of one thing when it there is a bad storm, hiding away until it was over. I always knew of her fear of storms and though I could...'t understand, I did have empathy for her and I have also had a desire to prove to her that she could feel safe, and possibly even enjoy a storm as I did. Although in truth I know this will never happen, but it worries me that it is something I can't share with her.Later she told me that when she drove the car up the long drive she had an. Waters answered. "We don't need to stand on formality when we aren't in the classroom. Are you the famous wide receiver, as I supposed?" Guilty," I responded. "You said in your e-mail that you love football – as a fan or more?" More," John answered. "I am on the Pioneers coaching staff. Um ... the Pioneers are Conestoga High School's team." What do you coach?" I asked."I coordinate the defense and also coach the defensive backs," John explained."That's cool ... very cool," I replied. "What. "I know," she sniffled. "I'm a mother. I'm entitled."She scurried off to go back to the kitchen ... and there was Phee, standing in the entryway to the living room, leaning against one side of the archway.Her hair was longer, and fuller. It looked rich, and I wanted to run my hands through it. Like Frankie, she had filled out a little. It wasn't fat. There was just more of her. She looked older, even more beautiful than I remembered. She was wearing a dress, which was something I'd seen her do. She felt a tingling sensation as she touched her vagina with the soft sponge and again when she caressed her breasts.How she loved to linger in long, steamy showers. But tonight, she couldn't linger any longer. She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.After drying herself, she donned her favorite pair of panties and reached for her new bra. As she nestled her full breasts in their soft cups, she looked in the mirror and saw that this one fit her so much better than her old bra..