I told her I'd look into either.The baby proved problematic, but mentioning her made me realize I longed to see her. The old flapper dedicated herself...to the child. She trusted her with my mother until she started losing focus; and to me while she took a break from mothering. Driving up she wanted to be fully attending our daughter.Her Morris was a cute car she drove around Long Island. Her ex-husband liked cars, especially English motorcars, and the Morris was the least gaudy, so she asked for. There was a smiling blush on her cheeks. Her breasts bounced under her sweater. Then, as she headed for the kitchen she turned back and said, "Hey you, I'm going to go put my p.j.'s on and get comfy, maybe you should too." Ya, okay ... sure, give me five," I answered as I jumped up and followed her from the room and then moved down the hallway to my bedroom at the back of the house. After quickly stripping off my jeans, shorts and shirt I stood for seconds in front of my full length bedroom. We were in no hurry and I expected she had more to tell me. I raised her sweater enough to kiss her tummy while running fingers through the short curly hairs of her muff. She began talking immediately. "Dad called the second morning to say the roads were impassable. He said he would call once he found out they were open. As mom said, 'You be sure to call me, so I know when to start worrying.'" As she continued to talk, I inserted two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. I began to slowly. They could not believe her sudden success. When Amy elaborated on the role she had landed they were incredulous. When she finished she made a second call, this time to Darren, her former boyfriend at his dorm on campus. Darren was pleased to hear from her and even more pleased to learn what a hit she had been in getting a foot into show business. Of course, Darren had no idea of what was involved in landing a role in a Broadway production, he being used to the instant successes of rock stars.