After his funeral, mother started letting her hair down. The day after we buried dad, she asked me to stop calling her mother and to start calling her...Mandy or just "Honey." A few days after that, she swapped her mid-calf length dresses for miniskirts and thin, cotton blouses. Not long after that, she stopped wearing bras. I remember thinking the first morning she came down to breakfast without a bra that she had never looked more beautiful or as sexy. At forty-something, she had a body that. Few days passed by and I heard that she has shifted recently back to the lane and found that she was one of mh old friends when we were kids. Almost all boys from our locality were eying her and wanted to get in bed with her . but to mh luck since we both were friends we started our normal talks and used to spend time together at my house as everyone knew her.As days passé we became close and started to hangout at different places and were enjoying each others company a lot one day I asked her. I hadn't eaten, drank or rested in ten hours, now. My mouth was very dry.I stopped sweating as the coolness of the evening was coming onto me. I stepped from the dirt road I had been on the last two hours into a wooded area marked 'Posted' by the owner.I knew this place, and something was calling me. Something had bade me to come here. The feeling had grown stronger as I went along.There before me, in a mound along an oak tree amongst the pines, was the whole. It bade me to come, to enter its. “Come in.”, she giggled. I stepped in and she shut the door behind me and immediately knew why she was behind the door. All she had on was a pink tank top with a pink set of panties on. She looked very good and I quickly followed her to the bed where she jumped in. “Get some of those clothes off and join me.”, she smiled. Addy was definitely a no nonsense person who always told you exactly what was on her mind. In a way, she was very refreshing because she was always honest with you. I stripped.