Tears ran down her cheeks. Her face turned bright red. She clenched her fists and began pumping her arms and jumping up and down, her large breasts bo...ncing disturbingly.“John promised me. He promised me you would take care of me. You don’t love me.” My 50-year-old mother, the hardnosed flinty eyed businesswoman, was throwing a tantrum.As I watched the angry red color move up her neck and face, I recalled dad’s admonition to keep her calm. I grabbed her shoulders.“Okay! Okay mom! Just let me. I got a look at the navy trained almost naked body in the boxers, with his limp cock hanging out of the front slit. He had no chest hair, slab like pecks and thick arm muscles. I was really amazed to see a tiny patch of black hair, from just below his belly button, going down into the boxers to the base of his cock. His close to 6” dick was astonishing but looked pale against my 8” plus size but thicker than a horse. I could see slight bit of fear as well as the desire in his eyes, thinking of. "You've earned a chance at happiness." What do I do?" Roger asked."Picture in your mind of what you wish you looked like." The angelsaid.Roger couldn't think of anything other than the looks of his two femalecousins Jane and Amy. Especially what they wore at the last Christmasparty. Jane had a red frilly dress with suntan hose and clogs while Amyhad on a blue tee shirt, jean white nylon footies and sandals. Therewere things in both of them that he liked and wish he had for himself.He then found. ‘Puppy? Sol’s an old basset hound.’ She fiddled with the net that held her salt-and-pepper hair back. ‘Now, how about the young man there? Luke?’ ‘What about him?’ Emma kept her expression neutral. She liked Luke, as much as she let herself like anyone. He’d always been nice to her, and she tried to loosen up a little when he and Sol were there. Old habits died hard, though. ‘He’s been looking at you.’ Millie cocked her head as Emma flushed. ‘What? You’re a pretty girl, Emma.’ ‘Thanks.’ Emma.