It was Mom who truly impressed Malcolm. She was several inches shorter than her daughters, and standing there, teeth chattering, in an oversized cable...knit sweater she looked somewhat dumpy. At her husband’s insistence, she reached down, grabbed the hem of the overgarment, and pulled it up and over her head. ‘Be still my heart!’ thought Malcolm. Her well-worn jeans were soaked and appeared painted on to her nicely rounded derriere. Under the sweater, she had on only a thin white tee-shirt,. I had agreed many weeks before to be in a friend’s wedding and the only way I could make that happen was to schedule the redeye to Atlanta. It left Seattle at 10:30 PM and arrived in Atlanta at six something AM.I found little in the way of healthy food at the airport, but found a salad with a chicken breast. The lights were so bright in the boarding lounge that I could barely read my computer screen. The flight was bumpy in the Midwest, but I slept about three hours.I arrived at my apartment at. The signs were there but I didn’t join the dots. It was always after work, or before work, or both. I’d wake up in the morning with my dick in her mouth and when she came home that same day she would want me to take a bath with her. One time she didn’t even close the hall door before she was tearing at my clothes. When I pointed this out to her she just laughed and got back to wrenching at my belt buckle. She wanted me to ‘do her’ on the hall floor with the front door swinging open. That’s not. I still hadn’t seen her face but her body had me captivated. Finally the band came out, and from the first note they were smoking. Right off the bat my sexy red head neighbor started dancing. Or at least trying to. Every time she swung her hips, she brushed her ass against the back of my hand. I expected her to shift around to avoid brushing me with her ass, but she didn’t. I was a bit nervous, being the gentleman that I am I didn’t want her to think that I was.