He cared deeply for Sandy, probably as deep as he has ever cared for any woman in his life. “I could easily fall in love with her. Hell, I think I a...m already and have been for a long time now. She had seen me at my worst, during the divorce, and I had seen her too.” Pete thought as continued his snowy, cold job.Sandy had just finished her shower and was back downstairs, still in only her robe. She stood at the window, when she heard the tractor in her drive. As she stood there and look at Pete. I laughed to myself even though this girl is in my opinion drop dead gorgeous. She never wore anything that made her look like a girl. She still dressed as a tomboy like she did in elementary and junior high. The only problem with her still dressing as a tomboy now that we are in high school and she had turned 16she had become more developed. Now that we are in high school she had developed more. Her ass looked like something you could bounce a quarter off of. She had grown very tight b cup. This is what I had wanted for so long, and now it was mine. I knew at that moment that this wasn’t going to be the last time that Mom and I made love. A few days later I arrived home and noticed my Gran’s car outside our garage. I raced in to see her, it had been months since our last visit. I called out as I entered the front door but there was no answering reply. I raced up the stairs looking for either Mom or Gran. Mom’s bedroom door was open and I glanced in, reeling at what. Our parents didn’t seem to know, or didn’t say anything if they did. She’d always fill me in the next day about sucking his cock or fucking, or both. I stuck to my tale and continued to say that I had only been with a couple of guys from college and fortunately she didn’t press for more detail. She said compared to the other guys she’d been with, Ron was really good. A keeper. I was half joking, half curious when I suggested to Rose, “Maybe I could join you two once in awhile.” With no.