" Howard walked over to the stove and lifted the lid on the meat and sauce. "That ol' thing doesn't work half the time. That's why I cook the steaks i... the fireplace. If that's garlic bread, just turn it butter—side down in the skillet." Oh, I didn't think about that. I love pan toast, at least that's what Tincha called it."Howard looked around, "Gail, not that I don't appreciate it, but my goodness, you've been busy today."She laughed, half—heartedly and said, "Well, I pulled my food box. Easily worth at least six shillings, or a crown or even a bit more, he judged. Not a fortune for a Foole that had been the King’s own gleeman for many long decades, but not a bad day’s earning in his retirement either!“I see that you are a tailor and perhaps a merchant in Asian cloth as well, and a well-traveled one indeed. You’ve been to the Dutch Indies and perhaps the silk ports of Cathay or Siam as well before your return home to undoubted prosperity. Would this be correct good sir?” The. On reaching a secluded spot near the lake, Mom took off her green T-shirt and brown shorts, revealing a black bra and matching panties.While my mother was undressing, Sharon, my aunt, got rid of her sarong, leaving only a red bra and matching panties on. With both of them down to their basics, my eyes kept darting from blonde, full-figured, big-breasted, tall and curvy Aunt to sharp-featured, graceful, brunette mother.While I was busy admiring Sharon, Mom caught me looking at Sharon’s big. I told her I'd thought she'd shown up fully clothed. Ellen said that after discussingmy mothers trip she just was leaving for, she knew we'd been alone in the house, and waited until our classmates to leave before removing any optional clothing. I replied that as far as I was concerned, for her all clothing was optional, and in fact, unnecessary.I reached into the shower stall and turned on the hot water and we each stepped in. Wecleaned each other thoroughly, and enjoyed the feeling of each.