Next day in the morning I saw Ammi sitting in the lawn talking to the maid. I was on the balcony of my room and could not hear their conversation. But...the maid had a concerned look on her face and mom was stern on her. After some time the cook came and joined them. He was standing with his face down and hands folded in front of him. Mom was like scolding him. This went on for 10 minutes. Then both the cook and the maid walked off from there.n the next few days I saw some changes in Ammi. Her. . Panties also and wear that white pullover shirt I like best on you and that shirt while tennis skirt you like best.”“That white pullover shirt you like best, lets my titties wobble when I wear it without a bra.”“I know. You’re sexy Mom, and you need to let yourself be sexy, like Ms. Rita.”“Bye Babe”Mom told her, “Rita, I heard you and your Mom. As soon as she gets here, I want to meet her. I think I’m going to love your Mom. How old is she anyway?”“Thirty-five. She was seventeen when I was. She didn't bother socialising with Polly, Dorisor Mary.Mike graduated top of his class and his mom and dad came to thegraduation parade and were glad to see that their son had given away'that silly crossdressing nonsense'."See son, I told you the Navy would make a man out you," Mike's fatherlectured him over a pint at the wet canteen."If only you knew dad," Mike smiled back.Mike glanced down at his pint and noticed a tiny ring of nailpolish inthe cuticle of one of his fingernails where he. The exam was efficient and thorough. 'So far, so good,' she said as she looked over my EKG tracing. 'You've lost a kilo or two over the last few years that you can ill afford, but nothing to worry about. Are you ready for the main event?' She was, I thought, referring to my troublesome dick. 'I guess so.' I was wrong. 'I'll start with your prostate. Is that all right? You're over forty so we should be looking at it every year from now on.' 'Okay.' Not that it mattered. Already the blue glove.