I’ve gotten many a knowing look from this group of men which has led to some, shall we say, interesting encounters. Men introducing themselves, bein... stupid, and asking if my mother and I are sisters. Slipping me business cards when they think she’s not looking. We’ve had our meals paid for more times than I can think of. My mother, who is sixty now, takes it all in stride, god love her.“You know, honey, if you had a vagina, you’d own the world.” Yeah...my mother said that. She has no. "Umm..the..uh..dumbest...stuff on wheels"I answered nervously trying to hide my rapidly enlarging hard on."Oh this show is so funny" "Yea totally is."I said checking out her perky little tits."Ok well I'm gonna go take a shower."I watched her run up the stairs and almost blew my load right there, her ass is just so perfect like something you see in pornos.When the show I was watching was over I went to my room and as I walked past the bathroom I couldn't help but stop and peek threw the old. I leaned forward and whispered,“That’s up to you,” I replied, with a wink.“Ok,” John replied, turning and walking off. I had to quickly retreat to the women’s room. My panties were soaked.I didn’t have to teach on Friday. I had told my husband, Mike, I was going to a symposium that required me to spend the night, and I promised to call him as soon as I got out of the evening sessions. Mike was a good husband and he never put any pressure on me when it came to me pursuing my Master’s. He remembered years ago his grandfather hired a firm to take the outside stairs down because kids were breaking into the apartments and playing on the stairs. He would have to either live in the bank itself or build stairs to reach the apartments. At least the concrete bases for the stairs and balcony supports were still present.Oh, well, for now he would make do with the bank itself. His first order of business was to get power and water into the building once again. From his inspection he.