He added an ankle bracelet for good measure.A display of wedge sandals drew his attention next. He stared at them fora moment and then realized that t...hey would be just so perfect because herfeet tended to go up on their tiptoes anyway. She put on the highest pairshe could find. They felt perfect and natural and the open toes showed offher pretty red toenails.R ran her hands over her smooth, firm body as she made her way back to themirror and considered herself. The swimsuit's top fit perfectly. She was a bit confused ... where was she? As the knock was repeated, it all came back in a rush; Melissa's visit, the drive to the Birthing Center, her medical evaluation, everything."Yes?"The door eased open and in peeked a pretty round-faced woman in her mid-thirties. Apparently satisfied that she was not disturbing anything, she walked in. The only thing she was wearing was a little medallion like the one Dr Hannah showed her yesterday."Good morning, Kathy. My name is Jennifer; I was asked. He began by having lunch at Shooters. He made sure he got a table handled by Susan Malloy. It was noontime and the place was filled with men getting lunch and ogling the waitresses. Many of the men were local businessmen and construction workers.Smirking was eyeing the menu when Susan approached the table smiling. "Hi! Welcome the Shooters! I'm Susan and I'll be taking care of you." Well, hi yourself, Susan." Smirking smiled at her. "What's good?" About everything. But I like the Chicken Caesar. . matured''Thanks!' I said, bending down to pick up the towel again, when I felt my mother playfully slap me on the ass.I turned round and playfully tickled her, still with no towel on, and I fell on top of her. Picking up her reading glasses that had fallen off, I put them on for her, and, being face to face, we stared in to each other's eyes, she looked down at my lips, and I kissed her. I thought to myself, this shouldn't be happening, this is my Mum! But it all happened so quickly, and deep.