' Her book dropped to the floor as her hands rose cupping my breasts caressing the swell of my belly. Her head turned and I felt her lips on my neck, ...racing the line of my jaw. I looked deep into her eyes as our lips touched; my victory was secure as our tongues twined.We made love all afternoon and on into the evening. I discovered things about my mother that I had never known. In our passion she took me higher than any man ever dreamed and in return I gave myself to her body and soul. As the. " "I say, you do sound terrible. Go on, I'll see you tomorrow." * * * I had got back into my car before I felt my breasts becoming a problem. They had grown to a B-cup, I noticed, and had not yet pushed through my shirt. The buttons were beginning to become a little strained. I looked in the overhead mirror and almost collided with another car when I saw my reflection. I had become fragile, delicate, and feminine. My lips had become fuller, my nose softer. My long blond hair fit in perfectly.. Are things a bit dead for me at the moment? Yes, I suppose so, although I did go on a date this week, with I guy I have seen a couple of times, who occasionally has business in Madrid. He called me up out of the blue and I met him in his hotel bar. He arrived desparately late, and hour or so- Im thirty and reasonably glamourous, dyed blonde hair, quite smallish, so he is interesting enough to have me come to his hotel when hes in town, but I am have got enough allure about me to not be an hour. Too bad. I moved away when the divorce was final. There was nothing holding me there. I found a nice place, a foreclosure. Thanks to Sherry, I knew a good bit about real estate and got a really good deal. In a rural setting, it was a three bedroom with nine acres. There were several out buildings, even a small barn. Way more than I needed but such a good deal I couldn’t resist. Besides, If I held it a few years and decided to sell, I could probably make a nice profit. My employment counselor.