The last couple of years I've finally started to fill out. I thought it would never happen. I spent all of high school being the skinny runt but now j...ust like mom said would happen, I've just recently starting to gain some weight and grow some muscles. Granted, being coerced by my mother to join the gym with her hasn't hurt anything at all. She is constantly telling me how big my arms are looking and always comments on my abs. I love it when she grabs my arms and gets me to flex for her. If she. He placed his palm on my chest and felt around my breast, squeezing and pumping his hand. He ran his hands down my body to my stomach and towards my middle, and then massaged his way back up. Once again he listened to the stethoscope and tapped it gently. “I`m afraid it’s not good my dear, you`ll have to remove your bra for me” he said.I reached around and unclipped my bra and slid it down my arms and flipped it towards my other clothing.“Okay arms above your head” He requested.I lifted my arms. I felt like I was ready to explode in my shorts. My hands were busy exploring every part of her. Her skirt was a flimsy summer material with an elastic waist making it easy to push it down her legs, which I did a little at a time…hoping she would suddenly stop me. I groped at her perfect ass, one cheek and then the other. Then I ran my hand down her leg under her skirt & panties and back up again around the front. As I reached her mound she put her hand down my shorts. The combination of her. I don't know why either of them married us. Well, Sara I know LOL, she was pregnant and had to.Sara was a good mother and a great wife. She did it all. She painted the ranch house all by her self. She would do it while the kids napped or she had them in the yard when she did it. She wouldn't let me help when I came home from work, as we had to take the kids for a bike ride, I don't know where she got all the energy.I told her parents she was a workaholic but they said it was hard to believe..