I punch the air in celebration as he protests. But among the protests, the sound of footsteps pound through the house."Will you shut up?" she shouts.S...ood there, in the doorway. This unbelievable woman. What was this pretty girl in the picture, had turned to was some sort of dream. The hair and eyes, were still there, but the body had matured. These pert, young breasts, were still pert, young breasts. They were now just bigger, rounder, juicier, and appeared younger, and perter! The curves were. Her body started to recreate it, reviving the sensations. Her nipples hardened, puckering. The jets of water hitting them, sending erotic images through her mind. Her loins tingling, desire burning within her once again. She lathered her aroused body with lots and lots of soap, caressing her neck imagining his mouth there, then her breasts, imagining his hands upon them. A groan arose from her lips. Her eyes closed as she stoked between her over heated thighs. Her body arching against her. Sarah just managed to snatch the bra from the air before it fell to the ground. For some strange reason, holding Cathy's underwear, still warm from the girl's body, made Sarah feel deliciously wicked -- like she and her daughter were doing something they shouldn't. We're a pair of bad girls, she thought with a smile. Dropping the bra inside the car, she locked the door, then walked over to take her daughter's hand. "Shall we grab a bite first?" "Sounds good to me." Over the next two hours. There were maybe 7 customers inside, all male. Hell I did not think anything of it. They were all mature, no youngsters there. The youngest man looked about 35, most were around 40-50. I was 53 at the time.Sitting at the counter I ordered a beer, as I drank it a guy 2 seats down from me started making small talk,asking where I was from, what I did for a living, that sort of thing. Soon I was telling him about my wife. He was easy to talk to had a friendly manner. His name was gary. He worked.