The one thing that she hated when working out was being uncomfortable. She pulled on a pair of ankle socks and then her trainers and finally she was r...ady. With her belongings locked securely in a locker and the key on a thick rubber band around her wrist, she made her way into the Gym and headed immediately for the weights machine. It was one of those huge contraptions that more resembled a medieval instrument of torture than an aid to a healthy body. It had a stack of iron weights attached. I had just moved back in with mom after several years of college. Mom had moved into this neighborhood right after I left for college, she likes it as it is mostly older folks who keep their houses up and stay quite. Deena and her husband live next door and are good neighbors. They always talk to me. Deena and I talked for several minutes but I could not figure out why she was knocking on my window so late at night. "Well TJ, some times a woman needs a little variety in her life, Something new. ” I thought he’d done really well to find the right words! I was relieved rather than insulted. I wanted to keep him as a lovely friend.“Thank you, that’s good news for me. I want you to be special,” was my considered reply.“Great. Let’s get on with the story. Please.”“Well Mum and I worked things out with Tyler. For the first two years after he was born I gave up all work. I breastfed him, which I loved, and played with him and talked to him so that by the time he was two we could have quite. We got an assortment including a half-bra I always wanted her to try. Once in a while, when Asha’s exceptionally horny, we play dress-up. I help her get into sexy outfits, and she parades them for me. That’s what we did when we got home. We got her in the half-bra with a red bustier, garter belt, silk hose and slit panties. She was the sexiest sight with the bra pushing her breasts up, her nipples hard and easily accessible.She said, “It’s obscene.”“That’s exactly the point,” I said, sucking.