They rose later than my mother liked; she came up to their room one morning and found them locked in, so she took away the key. Now I had as far as th... key-hole permitted, a fair field, but then clothes hanging upon pegs on the door were often in my way; yet I was so persistent in looking when they went to bed, and arose, that I saw a great deal. How cunning I had got; I had filed and oiled the lock and hinges of my door and theirs, so that I could close and open them noiselessly, used to stoop. Some of your ingredients, a few of mine, and voila! There it was. Love. Things taste different to everyone, and though I am not sure how it tasted to you, it was certainly sweet to me. A delicious affair of love. I’m not sure how it started or how it got there. Maybe it was the first time we made love. Maybe it was the next morning when you came up behind me and wrapped your arms around me. In any case, there it is, and there it will be. It sounds great on paper. But sooner or later the. My twelve year old son Jordan had been reaching puberty. Puberty is anawkward time for most boys and girls, but for Jordie, it seemed even moreso. He had gotten quiet and shy, almost withdrawn. As a single mom, Iwas a little concerned, because he did not have a male role model.It took me awhile, but at some point I realized that I had not seen himshirtless in quite some time. Whether it was putting on his PJ's, ortaking a shower, somehow he always managed to cover his chest withoutanyone. "Here," said Lynn, flicking through them, "they are really nice… oh, and who is this?"It was the earlier pictures of him in the peignoir, and although not worthy of an x-certificate, they were certainly a bit saucy."Such a natural," commented Lynn, reaching down and sliding her hand along his leg and under his dress."Ooh, I see you like that, you naughty girl," she laughed, stroking the hot bulge of his frustrated erection. Now you'd better start thinking of agricultural machinery or something.