"Come on honey. Stop staring at me like you’ve never seen me before. Come on. Let’s get the rest of these presents inside." The day was a huge suc...ess. By 7 o’clock, the house had emptied of people except for Barbie, Debby, and me. We decided to do a quick cleanup before we called it a night. Debby tackled the kitchen while Barbie and I tackled the living room that was strewn with gift wrapping paper and boxes. Debby had the easier task because all she had to do was feed the dirty pots, pans,. ”“I’m going to take some more pics now. Then, we’re going to put your dick in my pussy.”“It’s nearly time for Mom to come home.”“Dang, I hear Mom at the door now. I’ll put my shirt on and go talk to her. If I call you - come into her room with just your boxers on.”I was really hoping Rachel would call me. Mom always strips down to her panties and puts on a sleeveless shirt. I’ve seen her wearing a shirt that’s so sheer, I can see her nipples. Her nipples look no bigger than Rachel’s and I still. Then one stormy night ... I don't know what I would have done if Dan had rejected me, for whatever reason. I was lost. When we kissed, I could feel the fire in myself. Those stories from Victorian literature talking about fire in one's loins, I learned they were based on fact.I will avoid the blow-by-blow account. We mated that night. We talked. We mated again. And again.Sunday we had to deal with Grandma. I felt different standing in front of her, my hand holding Dan's, like I was claiming. It was already past six, and I was preparing dinner as usual, my son Peter was sleeping over at his friend’s house, while my husband was working late again and my son Brian was out with his friends. Not even did the clock strike seven that I heard a bang coming from the door, I went toward the door to see my son Brian angry and slamming the door again, before I even was able to ask him what was going on he ran up to his room. I followed him upstairs and knocked on his door asking him what had.