She phoned me at lunch time to say he had been on to her every time she went into the garden.“Then it’s a good reason to quit smoking.” I giggle... down the phone.“I wasn’t smoking this time,” she angrily replied, “I was putting out the washing.”“What did he say?” I asked, trying to sound concerned.“He keeps making crude remarks, but he asked if I had considered his offer of smoking something of his.” “Look, I don't mind having a few words with him if he's becoming a pest.” I said, seriously.“No,. Peggy thought back to that time at the college campus when she went to visit her teens for the weekend. It was a Saturday night and Peggy had spent two days with her children. They had plans for the night so Peggy decided to eat out and have a few drinks before she retired for the evening. She had planned to leave first thing Sunday morning to get a head start back home. Peggy went to a nearby hamburger joint that proved to be a college hangout. Peggy ordered a burger and a beer and she was. We sat there by the window, discussing our lives over our espressos. Near the end of our meeting, I finally gained the nerve to ask her if she would interested in coming to my place for a drink. She gratefully accepted my invitation, saying that it had been a long time since she could really talk to someone who was willing to listen. I hailed a taxi to take us back to my apartment, because it had begun to sprinkle and neither of us had an umbrella on hand. When we reached my building, I tipped. Mom would have a fit if I took to long. When I was younger I hatedslipping on what is to come first as it seems like the ultimatedegradation of my manhood. Today mom's left out a simple pair of bluepanties. The smooth material is always a bit arousing against my shavedskin. Since I'm not exactly small I have to tuck myself down to keep upappearances. Next comes the bra. Mom buys me a new bra every few monthsbased on how large of a bra size a "girl" my age should have growninto. The cups are.