As the stretchy material moved further down, it hugged her full creamy thighs, before ending just a few inches below her pussy, leaving a vast expanse...of those smooth tanned thighs exposed.“Oh God,” Elliott heard himself mumble as his gaze travelled down the rest of his mother’s body as she continued down the stairs. Her legs looked fantastic. She had applied that lotion or oil that she’d put on previously, the stuff that made them shine with an erotic glow, as if her feminine nectar was slowly. Her mom was just not equipped to handle this. After selling off as much of their things as she could Britt’s Mom defaulted on the mortgage wisely using the months it took to evict them to save up as much as she could to rent a place she could pay for. Sadly Angela did not do to good on her own, she is one of those women that need a man to make her feel real, and shortly after Britt’s dad left, she took up with another real loser. While Brittany was spending the summer with us, her mother had. That's why I'm thinking you shouldn't buy that today." She nodded at the erotic apron Brenda was still wearing. "I know you and Susan are getting to be good pals, but she gets kinda funny about certain things, and that could be one of them. I know she treasures her mornings with Alan and Katherine as a special time, so I try not to interfere. Oh, and Tuesdays are another thing. Phew! Watch out for Tuesdays!" Thanks. Amy, you really are the best. I'm really pushing my luck here, but can I ask. I like you, and you have permission to go right ahead and enjoy the view, but I do not want to have sex with you.’ Then don’t hand out raging hard-ons, dammit! I drove home in as bad a mood as I’d been in when I left. When I entered the house with my grocery bags, she was standing in the middle of the living room next to the stripper pole, and she was still completely naked except for earrings and navel jewelry. She’d shaved recently too, I noted. She looked slightly damp… had she been using.