I managed to support her into the lounge where I contrived to pull off her dress over her head as she slipped through my arms onto the sofa, and she l...y there in voluptuous nakedness. It was now or never, so I quickly stripped off to reveal my rampant erection. I bent over and started kissing her deeply whilst exploring her fanny with my hand. When I finally took my tongue out of her mouth, she managed to ask what I was doing and reminded me she was my mum, but she didn't try to stop me. I. "You look like you could use this." Thanks," she said and drained half the bottle in four long pulls. "Let's get to work."Molly noted that Zoe kept her distance, but she worked hard to finish putting together her bed. When they had wiped off the dust and got the mattress on the frame, both women bounced on it sitting next to each other."Not bad," Zoe smiled. "It's a little narrow, but it's more comfortable than I thought it would be." She touched Molly's back with her open palm, inviting her to. Tristan looked so boyishly handsome in his black blazer, stylish jeans, and black dress shirt. He held the chair for her, clearly impressed with the way she looked. She smiled at him like a beaming mother and kissed him softly on the cheek."You look unbelievably beautiful, Auntie Doris" he gushed."Why thank you, kind sir," she replied warmly. "You look positively good enough to eat, but I think I'll have a salad just the same."They ordered cocktails to start, and Doris felt immensely more. A completely average man. He can’t be a total loser or an irresistible stud. He also can’t be filthy rich or dirt poor. He can’t be depressed and suicidal or completely happy-go-lucky. I found the perfect man at Home Depot. His name was Dexter Brown. A tall, somewhat nice-looking young black man. He was a student at Beacon Hill College, majoring in Criminal Justice. He lived not far from the local Home Depot store with his parents, small-town policeman Louis Brown and town librarian Joanna.