At the door my son remarked that he had told Gaza of my bared bum tanning by my father, I turned to him on cue, letting my leg relax and part, my bum ...n the cushion edge, Gaza was staring at his object of desire, I was open enough to let him see me close, bare and swollen, there was nothing hid now, he could see I was ready for it.I could hear my son whistling as he went down the hallway to the kitchen to pour my drink, and I turned slowly round to Gaza who was still transfixed onto my cunt,. “Cheers.” We sat on top of the kitchen side and made small talk for a while before he said, “You look really great.” I blushed and smiled to the floor, but the sensible part of me told me not to freak out. “Thanks. It was Annie’s idea though. If it was up to me I would have come in pyjamas or something,” I told him and took a sip from the can. “Why am I not surprised?” We both laughed and carried on with the small talk. It was nice just talking to him like this, most people would have found. “That one that had that massive meltdown back in the eighties?”“April 25th, 1986,” said Sam.“The project didn’t directly cause the meltdown,” George said. He shifted. “The amount of energy required was just too much for the reactor. With its sloppy safeguards, an uncontrolled reaction lead to a runaway meltdown and the subsequent disaster. It ended their project before they could really test it out. The Soviets buried it. They never wanted to touch it again.”“But, of course, our government. This was crucial for me to choose you."I felt this woman knew what was the most important to say to me strengthened my ego.I said, "I know it must be difficult to live after the death of your husband as a widow mother." Yes, but many single, divorced or widow moms live alone. However, as you know, I'm not only looking for a stepfather candidate, but I want a special mate too."I was interested in her family background, because she knew mine from the PI's report. We talked about her parents. Her.