What the fuck was going on? ‘Go ahead and go back to bed honey,’ my mom said, ‘dinner is isn’t for another two hours. Stan will be joining us...if you don’t mind.’ There was that weird voice again. My mother was nervous. ‘Okay.’ I managed, and then stumbled back into the bedroom and shut the door. Did… did my mother have a date? What the hell had I missed while I was gone? # It was about the most uncomfortable dinner I had ever participated in. My mother cooked steaks, which she. My mother isn’t the business type: confident and aggressive and so the business gets along but doesn’t really go anywhere new. I will probably take charge after college but for now I am more about having fun.So to this, the first day of my last summer before college. It had just gone midday and no sign of mom to wake me up. I figure that she herself must be having a lye in as it’s her first day off I ages too. I decide to go downstairs and take a dip in the pool while I contemplate the rest of. I knew that look well that was on herface. My mother was impatient. I bolted into the foyer and she slammedthe door shut behind me. I turned in time to see her replace the chainacross the door and turn the dead bolt lock. I heard my father's frail voice call from somewhere inside the house. "Justine, just what is all the fuss about?" "Arthur! Where are you? I asked you to come quick! It's about Justine!" "I'm comin' old woman!" he replied as he came into view. He leaned on awalker as he pushed. The reflection in the mirror as I looked at the result was amazing and had I still had my cock, I knew that it would have been rock hard at the sight. All that was missing was some shoes or boot, my eyes immediately locking on a pair of knee high, 4-inch heel shinning black boots. Having always loved the look of such boots I thought that they would look that much better on this fabulous body that I had. The moment the zipper reached the top of the boot, the door opened and Brittany walked.