In fact, Susan Ricciardi Baines was beautifulful, with the Mediterranean look of her Italian ancestors. She was tall with dark almond eyes, and an all...year-round tan. Although she was an extremely unworldly housewife who loved her little boy and girl and husband Brad, she wasn't against looking kind of sexy. Her favorite warm-weather outfit consisted of tattered short-shorts and a tank top. She wasn't big-breasted, but the bra under her tank top formed delicious pyramids that went well with her. He stared closely at the wet creamy patch on the crotch linking to the large greasy shiny skidmark in the rear. All the deposits in these knickers could hardly have been fresher if Nicola had actually been wearing them.Max had left sometime ago to fix himself lunch and after her own snack Nicola went into her bathroom to give her hair a brush in front of the mirror above the wash basin. She saw her dirty clothes basket reflected in the mirror as she brushed. Laying on top was the pair of. She took on Dad's old job and helped to support Mum financially.Despite effectively having two Mums, Mum found me difficult to controlwithout a Dad and when I reached the age of six had introduced "petticoatpunishment" to control my behaviour.Apparently dressing me up as a girl and calling me "Natasha" calmed medown and made it easier for Mum to control my temper. For a while Iwould try to fight against being forced to wear girls' clothes but Mumwas bigger than me and would force me into the. "Haven't you got anything longer?" Greg moaned as he took her arm."No," she lied and kissed him on the cheek. "This is your night but I sort of guessed you'd want me to be as sexy as possible." I don't want you wandering off with anyone else." That's not going to happen," Fiona promised him and looked at him wide-eyed. "Come on, you love it really." She smiled at him and giggled. "I promise you, every single guy here is going to dress up, spend a small fortune on their date, be attentive and.