"Done!" she whispered triumphantly. "He'll talk about it with Anne tonight when they fuck!" Oh. How could you persuade him so quickly?" I had to ask."...t's a long story, I'll tell you all later, when we're alone."A couple of hours later Bill and Anne bid their goodnights and when we were alone I reminded Beth about her promise earlier."Oh it was as easy as baking pancakes! I asked him if he remembered the time when we were twelve and fourteen years old and curious about how the other sex looked.. She had on a short skirt and a nice sweater , her legs had nylons but I didn't know if they where stockings or pantyhose. After we where taken back to the exam room the nurse said the doctor would be there in a few minutes. She closed the door on her way out. I was setting on the table in a glown and my wife was setting in a chair next to the door. I was looking at her legs and I asked if that was pantyhose or not. She said stop looking at my legs. You had better not be hard when the doctor. It might have been the dim lights, or the posh restaurant ambiance, or mom’s new look. It made me go crazy for her, especially as I saw her pallu slipping slowly, her cleavage increasing in size with each passing minute, and my dick mimicked the same.I don’t remember much of our conversation, I was transfixed on mom’s sexy cleavage. Mom didn’t bother covering it up, in fact, the saree slipped further and further, fuelling my teenage desires that had suddenly found a new voice since mom came to. “Uh... , I just walked in the door. I haven’t had a chance to put it away.”“And you’re telling me your gun is secured every second of every day?”Em sat up straighter, returning Francine’s glare. “This is what I do. I’m required to carry a gun. I’m trained, familiar and cautious with firearms.” She took a breath, considering another way to explain herself. “If I was a contractor I’d have wrenches and hammers. If I were a doctor, I’d have a prescription pad. Just because I work with tools.