" In her early fifties, she was still in shape and hot, as his friends often let him know, much to his annoyance. Still, sometimes he thought if only ...e had his own place girls would think he was cooler and he'd have a place where he could take them and maybe even get a real girlfriend. But he knew given his recent luck, things didn't even go far enough for that to be an issue. And that fact just depressed him even more. As he was thinking about all this when she walked in - his mom that is.. A most sensuous action.I wondered how she knew my name and had read my book. Prospects looked good here, as I openly viewed the way her breasts jutted against the dress fabric.She’d seen the direction of my eyes as she asked, “Like what you see?”Oh, there was little doubt here. So boldly I said, “Yes, I imagine they can stand up for themselves. Like what you read?”“Not as hot as I expected,” she said, with a casual shrug. This shook me because everyone else had thought my book had been my. "We have some other stuff and working clothes for you, just enough tofill a small trunk. I think that would be the amount of clothes amiddle class girl would have. If the Vecchios put you to work you willprobably need more working clothes."I began to feel very tired. "Am I done?" I asked. I had barely awakenedto a new body when I had been bathed, perfumed, then dressed inoutlandish and impractical clothing." No, this is just a start. We have to train you in your manners andyour deportment, even. It also left her breasts, pussy, and ass-cheeks completely exposed. It made her look like she was about to go to bed, perhaps entertaining a boyfriend, but certainly she couldn't rationally have worn such a thing in public. Yet, she recalled that the last time she wore this particular outfit was when she was visiting her Mum only a week ago. She tried to push the clear memory aside, tried denying that it could be real, but the memory refused to be called fake. Jenny could absolutely remember.