His gaze was sucking in my figure, like he had never seen a naked woman before. Which I knew that wasn’t true because he and I would have best buddy...talk all the time, tips for each other. My revenge. My eyes stared up at him and I leaned up. He met me half way, pressing his firm lips onto mine. Even though they were firm, they still had a gentleness to them. As our lips stayed locked, he guided me to my bed behind us. Once there, I fell onto it into a sitting position but he stayed standing,. I was in a welcome kind of contented, dreamy mood.I became aware of the sound of someone working close by on the other side of the fence, and moving to a part of it short in height I gazed over the panels and saw a very shapely female form tilling the soil of a vegetable plot. I recognised her as Mrs Kellerman, who I hadn't seen for years. I recalled my aunt telling me that her husband Alan had died a couple of years previously, and that her c***dren had now left home. I guessed she must be. When she emerged, she was carrying a box, which she sat down on the bed and opened. Right on top was a photo album.Mom opened the album and flipped through it, finally saying, “There it is.” She put her thumb on the page and closed the album, picking up her phone again. After a couple of taps, she sat the album down and put the phone right next to a picture.The picture was of my dad in almost the exact same pose, also shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts, but presenting my crib. The. “You’re not either. And you’re a quilt thief!” echoed back to her.Quilt thief? Really? No way! She wasn’t a cover hog.IN THE BATHROOM, I wondered if Sia had seen my partial erection. It was unavoidable once I understood where my hand was; covering the sweetest boob imaginable, well less than a handful yet delightfully defined. The contrast between the youth of her slender body and the maturity of her breasts seemed to strike a chord in me. Add to that waking up with her compact bottom pressed.