After a second of hesitation, I grabbed at her jeans and yanked them. We peeled them off and she laid there in her white underwear, her legs spread op...n, inviting me in.“Come on,” she said.I shook my head. She motioned for me to come. I stared at the door.“Nobody’s coming,” she said.Yeah, right, I thought. This was probably the same silly behavior that made her so dang popular with the kids—at least for the first couple of months, before they realized she was a pushover.I was looking away,. So whenever I was with her, that's the Frank she got. Iva didn't like her men as aggro, so I'd already pulled my waist in further and shorn some pounds of bulky muscle. But I guess I was still as tall as I'd been with Mom. It took so little effort these days to maintain even several extra inches of height, that I hadn't even noticed that slightly more energy was bleeding out of my Libido than would have been the case if all I'd done was slim down for Iva. When we got to the end of the hall, I. I’m a connoisseur of sorts, of women and their bodies. Some women walk the way they might have out in plowed fields at the farm, plodding and clopping. Some women develop and study a particular type of walk designed to catch a man’s attention — it is glamorous, with graceful hip and cheek movement, but strained. But, some women can walk naturally and draw the attention of every man in sight, they don’t ‘glide’ or ‘prance’. She was one of this natural group. Every guy, including me, turned and. "Yeah right!" Claire laughed, following me, "I'm not stupid, I know something is going on. I saw the way you two were looking at each other on Christmas day, what's going on?"I sighed and rolled my eyes, turned out she was that perceptive."Nothing, I don't know what you're talking about." Seriously..." Claire whispered, following me into my room and shutting the door, "are you and mum...you know?" I know? I don't know, no." C'mon, I know you fancy mum, I remember the way you used to look at her.