I pour a couple of glasses of wine, slip my clothes back on and turn the gas back on and continue cooking.You reappear after five minutes,"Mmm Paul th...t smells good, what are you cooking". I turn to you " I thought I'd make you a paella".I finish cooking and serve up, we sit at the table a glass of wine in hand "A toast, to us" you smile chink your glass against mine and say "yes to us " we both laugh at this and tuck in to the food.After dinner is finished and we have cleared away we sit on. Besides, I don't think I have the right to be possessive of you just yet." You know," I mused, "maybe it's time we gave each other that right." Really?" the mask of sophistication slipped for just a moment, and I glimpsed an insecure young lady underneath, "This..." she flipped her limp cock upward with one hand, "... doesn't change your mind about me?" It changes something about this relationship." I replied, "I think only time will tell just what those changes are, outside the bedroom, but. ’ Kat’s mouth dropped open a notch. Trace had rounded the far corner of the house, and he shut off the riding mower. He hopped off of it, agile as a cat. Correction: not cat, mountain lion. He grabbed the weed whacker from the barn and started up, again filling the air with noise. Trace went back to work, oblivious that she was watching him. He’d taken his shirt off at some point, and his muscles rippled as he moved. He wasn’t bulky like a body builder, but you could definitely tell he worked. She slowly sat down in the tub and her lips parted in a deep sigh as she felt the heat engulf her body. Her head titled back and her breasts rose up as her long black hair cascaded over her back. I felt dizzy and confused. This was my own Mom here. But she was naked and she did not know I could see. Yet my cock was hard as a rock. Still watching Mom as she began to wash herself my hand instinctively went under my half pants and I began to stroke. I could see the beads of sweat on Mom’s.