Peter was always aroused when his mother was around. She often would wear a robe with nothing else on. Peter often saw his mother’s tits and pussy... It was almost like she wanted her son to see her naked.Peter planned on putting the moves on his mother. He was tired of all her flirting and nudeness around him. He’d show his mother how much he loved her. He pretty much knew she’d love what he had between his legs. She probably wouldn’t want or need another man after seeing what her son’s. I grabbed a bottle of water from a metal bucket filled with ice and settled into a comfortable wicker sofa. JJ stood at the edge. "Don't you want to go into the house?" she asked. "I'm concerned the house may have microphones or cameras and I don't want those bastards to know any more than they already do. Why don't you go up and convince Abbey that it's safe to come down here." "Ok!" Her mood had definitely improved as she ran off. Vanguard had told me that both girls would be fitted with. I went in and was surprised to see an older tall lycra clad gent pulling up his breeks round his bare arse. Apologising I went about my business as he left. There is something about the glancing look of `recognition`that clicks in the mind from previous encounters. Continuing on the cycle route I caught up with him walking his racer, and asked if there was a problem. He said no, just enjoying the warm sea breeze on his open fronted top; so I walked with him, introducing myself. Jon was in his. His eyes lit up in interest at that, though he walked over sipping his coffee as he glanced out the window. "I think I'll take some time to think about mine too as I'm digging out," he stated. "By the way ... when's breakfast?" We were just going to get started on it now," she said eyeing the girls letting them know it was time to get dressed and start fixing it."Good, meanwhile, Brian and I can at least start cutting a path from the back door towards the garage," he stated, eyeing me and.