I had looked in Mom’s drawer before and I had seen those white silky panties with the blue polka dots on them. I had even held then up to my nose an... smelled of them on the day after Mom had worn them. Now I was looking right at them as her ass twitched with each and ever step that she took. My cock was rock hard.Mom went up and down that ladder a couple of hundred times going just a couple of feet to the side every time. It took us hours to get the edge of the roof done. Mom said that the rest. She folded her arms over the guardrail of the bed, laid her head down on them, and wept like she had never wept before. How could someone do this to such an innocent little boy? How could she have let it happen?The people who had been most influential to her in her life were running through her mind; her father, her mother, and Fred. They never once admitted that what they did was wrong and Aileen hadn't believed it was. If she was beaten, she had done something bad because it was somehow. Thank you for your time.”Wendy stood up, kissed, and hugged Dan. Her sparkling eyes and smile brightened up the dimly lit table. “I’m so very proud of you Dan, I love you so much,” she said for all to hear. “If football was life’s game, you just scored some major, major touchdown points with me!” She emphasized, tears pooling in her eyes.“I love you, Wendy,” he replied, kissing her and lifting her off her feet with a big hug. The women applauded, followed by the men.Wendy sat down, but Dan. The rest of the conversation was just a blur as I tried to calm my heart - he had just called me beautiful! It took every ounce of will power not to start squealing and giggling like a little girl. That's how my elevator ride into work started this morning. Stan's little comment has got me all fired up and reading way more into it that he intended, I'm sure. But that little bit of affirmation was like a rain shower in the desert - lord knows I'm not getting enough of it at home. So you.