It took a good month or two to heal completely and by then my confidence had risen to the point I was proud not to wear a bra in public. My figure was...now 35-23-36 and I weighed 128lbs. I felt great and it stoked my ego to have males follow me around just to get a view. In fact, when enrolling my 14-year-old son in high school, the teenage boys at the school just could not get enough of eyeing me up. It turned me on so much that I went to the bathroom and took off both my bra and panties. My mom must have fell back asleep because she was not moving or saying anything. Should i just get up and run upstairs or try to get dressed and go from there. Before i could make a decision i hear footsteps upstairs. All i could think was, Fuck not again! I put my head back down and prayed that he wouldn't see us. Suddenly i hear the water turn on and then the shower then the door closed. He's taking a shower! I got off the couch stark naked trying not to wake my mom up. I covered her up and. "That means that you suck Jill," Ann said neutrally. "What do you mean?" "That means that you suck her pussy," Ann said. "Or if it was Bob or Bill, their cock." "You're kidding!" Joan said. "How could I possibly do that?" "You don't have to do anything," Ann told her. "This is just a game. If you don't want to, just say so and we'll keep going." "Well, I don't want to," she said. "Then let's keep playing, if you want to," Ann said, leaning forward to mix the cards. "Well, let's try it a. "Well, better?"Her husband looked up. He smiled. "Yes. You look like my wife now." He let his eyes scan her delectable form. "And I am a lucky, lucky man." And don't you forget it." Stacy was not runway material. Her five-foot-eight frame gave a slightly stocky impression. Her shoulders and hips were broad, her waist less so but it was by no means wasp-like. She kept her dull brown hair on the short side and refused to color it. But her creamy white skin was flawless and what her body lacked in.