"Gwen shivered. "She never mentioned him to me at all. Until last evening, when she said she'd met a boy on the beach and he'd invited her to a party....He came into the house after he brought her home last night, and I talked to him for a while but it never occurred to me-" She stopped, wincing in pain as she thought of the way he had stolen upon that opportunity to put his hands on her body-to feel her ass, to rub his fingers through her crotch. Her own son and she hadn't known it."Oh, dear. Then she started jabbering in Orcish – he didn't know a word of it, and he had no idea what she could be saying to him. He had just chased away a b**st that was going to eat her, hadn't he? After a few minutes, she paused. He decided to take his chances. "Er, I don't speak Orcish," he started. "But could you get off?" He flapped his hands up and down, miming her getting off him. She caught on quickly, and slapped him again. Then, seemingly distracted, she leaned over and pulled her bag of. "Oh come on doll," said Tracey and I waswondering if that was an insult or a term of affection or both when sheled me out the front door.I hadn't worked it out when I realised I was now outside. I instantlyforgot about the doll remark. Oh well there was nothing for it now.There was no going back now I was outside.I think after a few minutes and no passers by saying anything I startedto relax until we got to the restaurant. We were met by a young cheekywaiter and I don't know if the waiter. She reached up and undid her hair, it fell down over her shoulders and the effect on her was immediate. She became younger and her face soft and beautiful. Slowly unbuttoning her uniform she offered me a glimpse of what she was hiding. Her breasts were covered in a lacy bra and they were firm with large brown nipples. The nipples were erect and straining against the fabric. Stepping out of the uniform I noticed that she had matching panties on. They were light and flimsy barely covering her.