That dark chapter of your life you had shut out so that you could move on. The fact remains that you hate him now, and hope he never comes home.Now 32...years of age, you stood at 5'7" with browns eyes and a slender frame. You were a brunette, your hair long and wavy, of which you keep tied back when doing things that did not require glamour. You take pride in your natural D cupped boobs, and you carried yourself with a sexy confidence that made the male neighbors stare, figuratively speaking.. He seemed flustered as to my question. "I AM your Mother, and you should not be looking at my panties" It was about then that Jake got a smile on his face and extended a hand for me to get off the couch, "C'mon Mom, lets get you cleaned up after your trip" He took my hand and led me to my bedroom I had thought that he would just leave me by my door, but he came into my bedroom with me and sat me down on the bed. "I know you're tired from your flight and everything you had done before leaving. Driving the jeep into some tall weeds, in an effort to conceal it, he realized that it might be futile. Even if nobody saw the jeep they might still see the tire tracks. Nothing he could do about that. Smith grabbed his pack and started heading south for the third hill. Sand slowed his pace as he scaled the slopes and slid down the other side. As he neared the top of the third hill, he thought he heard something on the wind. A voice? More like a moan. Going to ground, he slowly began crawling. Without so much as a blush, Jim pushed his hand up to the hem of my skirt, then eased it on up higher. I managed to keep a straight face as Kathy talked about the couple's children and other trivial things. Our meals were delivered, but those fingers kept their presence, gently circling against my inner thigh. Feeling like a torch against the tightly stretched nylon of my hose. As I took a drink of my tea, Jim tried to push the hem of my skirt higher, but it simply would not go. Careful to.