She has also changed, no longer wearing her “working” clothes she too now has on a light sundress. She pirouettes and her dress floats around her....She has a bottle firmly clasped in each hand and in a playful girlish way she begins skipping up the first row of vines towards the gazebo at the crest. You and I look at each other and grin then holding hands we too begin our ascent. The vines were lush with green leaves and big bunches of deep purple grapes. Every few paces we took turns picking a. And when you wear boots you gotta wear boot cut jeans or else you will never get the cuffs over them. Only girls and urban cowboys actually wear their jeans inside of their boots. And almost every single pair I wear are square toed. I own maybe a single pair of pointy toed boots. And they are simple tan or black, with maybe some single color thread embroidery. No Nudie boots for me!”I then had to spend 10 minutes explaining what “Nudie Boots” were. And that they were the name of the designer,. “Are you horny all the time, Mom?” I asked her, that itch building in me.“Nancy?” Mom spluttered. She glanced at me, her blonde hair held back by the bandanna she wore while working in here. She had on mom jeans and a t-shirt that did little to hide how busty she was. She outdid all three of her daughters. Linda, Renee, and I all had nice, round, and perky tits, but Mom’s were big.“You know, horny?” I asked. “I’m just horny all the time.”“Well, I have your father,” Mom said, her cheeks a little. I was going to deactivate all the student cards at noon on Monday. That would force them to get the new card. Without a new card they couldn't get meals, into the dorms or anywhere else on campus.I even told them I was going to activate the GPS function. That idea was met with objections until I explained that I could get a flag any time male and female students were together, which was fine if they were in the hall but if it was in a cloak room that was a different matter. Once flagged we.