No one called me Charles before. “They call me Chuck.” I said with an awkward stare. I felt anxious and uncomfortable. As a sheltered, naive, elev...n-year-old boy, I had no idea how to interpret these feelings. In retrospect, I suppose I was turned on. “Chuck?” She said with a puzzled, almost disgusted look on her face. “Well, we'll just have to change that.” At that moment, I'm sure the look on my face said it all. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is. Come into my house, plop her shit in. “I’m so glad they put cameras in phones.”As she spoke she was pressing keys and the pair just sat and watched.“There,” Karen said at last. “David is going to love that picture.”Annie’s head shot up.“David?” she said. “My son David?”Karen nodded.“He’s going to love this.”“Oh, NOOOOOOO!” Annie wailed. “My life’s been made a misery by his jokes at my expense. He’ll never let me forget this one.”“Serves you right, you randy old cow! But it’s put a smile on Dad’s face and that’s great as far as. Shower my beautiful, female body and slipinto a silky pair of flimsy white panties and a delicate lacy bra. I wantto pull on a pair of sheer, tightly clinging black pantyhose and see mywhite panties show through them.Just before I put on my short, grey office skirt, simple white blouse andmy black heels I want my husband to approach me from behind and place hisarms around me. I want to feel his hardness push against my back. I wanthim to reach around me, slip his hand inside the front of my. ‘I want to exercise and I thought you’d like watching me do it. I got the shower-head because I didn’t like yours. Don’t get up, let me fix your shower first.’ I went back to grading my papers while she went to work. A little while later, she came back and proceeded to move my living room table out of the way, giving her space to exercise in front of the TV. She started to strip down to her underwear. ‘Do you want me to exercise? Do you want to watch me?’ she asked, stretching her body.