We followed that up by setting the dining room table ready for the meal.I was carrying the water jug in from the kitchen when I found I was staring at...my mom's ass as she reached across the table to put down some cutlery. Her trousers were pulled tight across her bum and she was balanced on one leg, the other extended as a counterweight.I stopped and simply looked.Mom is no spring chicken; she's in her early forties and not the sort of woman who's going to be described as a MILF. Taller than. I don't know all their names but some are foreign. There will be an Ambassador as well as some local politicians.’‘Who?’ he snapped. I reeled off the names that Dao had given me, and when I said one name in particular, I thought I detected a small twitch in the corner of his mouth.‘What time and where will it be?’‘Eight o'clock and on one of the river boats. You know as much as I do now.’ I took another swig of my beer. He began to run his fingers over the gun and I prayed that the safety was. I had some regular customers who wanted me to leave their deliveries in their garage when they ordered all non-perishable items, which often happened. Beer, soda, snacks were common orders. One of these customers was Mr. ‘L.’ He was divorced, in his late 40s, average looking. He would always start conversations with me, and lately they were becoming explicit and definitely over the line. Things such as who my girlfriend was, did I prefer a girl with big tits or a big ass, etc. It didn’t bother. Maybe fresh air would do her good. Maybe taking the afternoon off would help. The old lady led Diane to a door at the back of the kitchen and walked outside with her.?Feel free to wander where you want, child. I will come and get you when dinner is ready. Hopefully you will have built up an appetite by then?for over three hours Diane wandered around the grounds. Like the insides of the house, the gardens were Victorian in their lay out. The faded gazebo showed signs of age, but refused to give.