.. weird. I don't see them being being that ... physically affectionate with each other, you know?"She thought about that. "Now that's strange. My mom...and George were always all over each other. Of course nowadays I know WHY, that it had nothing to do with any love. But I can't tell you how many times I saw him feel her up and suddenly pull her into the bedroom, or saw her opening up her blouse and flirting with him before we could go out shopping. I always thought that was normal ... You know,. Then I felt her hands on my cock and balls and I heard her whimpering with desire, out of control and realising she was out of her depth. She was handing the reins to me.I kissed Grace tenderly, all over her face, her ears and down to her neck. She was caked with makeup and I felt sorry for her. She didn't know how to be a naked woman. For so many years she had hidden behind her forbidding demeanour and her layers of skin enhancers and disguisers.“I think we should go to your bedroom,” I. ” I’d stripped my little yellow sundress off and put the dungarees she gave me on before we’d left the kitchen. Demurely, I’d done that in the toilet to preserve my modesty. She’d also leant me a pair of boots which were too big but sufficed. I clambered around the engine, marvelling at its complexity, its beauty and sense of power.She showed me her tools and a few pieces of works in process, including a violin. “This,” she said proudly, “is an Amati - Girolamo Amati and probably dates. He was particularly offended by his father's treatment of me after our divorce. I think he just grew weary of constantly defending me from the endless tirades my ex directed towards me. Eventually, he left his father to move in with me.I had mixed feelings about this. I love my son dearly but I had grown to appreciate my privacy. I had no concerns about modesty. I could wear whatever I wanted around the house ... or go naked. It was my choice. Also, since my divorce, I had begun to enjoy the.