She was wearing a robe and had a towel wrapped around her head. Her arm was up and ready to knock on the door. I was facing her with a huge hard-on."Y...u dirty little pervert. You heard me come into the bathroom and call out. Yet you allowed me to think you were Eddy and enticed me into the shower. I've never been so disgusted with men. I've a mind to tell the landlord what kind of a person you are."All the time she was having this tirade her eyes kept flicking from my face to my cock and back. I kept to safe topics, avoiding her child, her past boyfriends, and anything that would (falsely) indicate that I expected to be having sex with her tonight.For her part, she seemed just slightly guarded, but I attributed that to a painful history she wasn't ready to share. More than once I looked up from my plate to find her looking at me with love in her eyes. I'd always liked her, but this was the first time I'd started to feel something more serious. It was plain to me, though, that she was. Condition number 1: You have to give your priority to our baby and me.Condition number 2: Your mother has to hand over these house keys to me.Condition number 3: You have to do sex with your mom with my permission.I didn’t imagine that she would accept this relationship. Those three conditions are one after the other difficult tasks.Me: I accept all your conditions.Now her facial expressions all are changed. It’s like she started talking with love inside her heart.Keerthi: After all these. The material sheer and close fitting to the perfect twin peaks of her breasts. Her nipples prominent, pushing against the softly yielding fabric. "Lose the blouse," I ordered. "Lose it, Megan." She licked her lips, unbuttoned the blouse and placed it alongside the jacket. Her breasts were beautiful scoops of flesh held in a black lace bra. Her cleavage- deep and enticing. My cock hardened and she saw it. She smiled and licked her lips again. She leant forwards never taking those hazel.