When the order was finished, I gave her the total and she swiped a card. The receipt printed out, and she took out a marker to sign it. When I reached... down to grab it and make some pithy 'have a nice day' or something, she grabbed my hand started to write on it. She wrote her email. I stood there starring at her as she held my hand. She was tall, as tall as me, 5'10". Her shoulder length brunette hair had bouncy curls that framed her slender face. She had deep, brown eyes, pale skin and a small. Finally, from her knees, she stared up at me and slowly removed her shirt. Standing up on wobbly legs, she slid her shorts down her legs, letting them pool at her ankles. She stood before me trembling, trying vainly to cover herself with her arms. She didn’t move, other than to turn and follow me with her eyes as I closed the door. It was installed with a deadbolt, and I inserted a key that, despite not having been in this room in quite some time, always stayed on my person. Having denied her. You could hear a pin drop. Melissa and I held our breaths; only Emily's exhale could be heard. The target of my wrath took my hand."Let's go upstairs. Will you join us, Granny?" Certainly, dear, but only to watch; I'm a little tired."Although the stairs were wide enough for two, I walked behind Melissa, the better to stare at that lovely ass swaying, sashaying with each step. I wanted to bury my face in it, and she could feel my eyes."Do you like what you see, Ginny?" You know that I do. What I. "NEVER".By the time I am done with Allison, she will want atransfer out of school.---What is Dean going to do with one of mom's bras?Should I tell her about it?No! The last time I tried to say something about Dean I wasin more trouble than it was worth.I just wish Dean would understand me. It isn't fun for agirl during this year of her life with all the changes thatI?m going through.I just wish he could find out what it is like.---At the hospital I knew I was in trouble as soon as I.