That was our only day of the week to have breakfast together as a family, because of Ed’s work schedule and Brad's schedule with school and football... practice. I fixed us a great meal of eggs and sausage, along with pancakes and orange juice. It was at first a little tense with Brad and me trying to avoid eye contact, but things finally loosened up and we would sometimes grin at each other when Ed wasn't looking.After cleaning up the dishes, Brad left home to go over to Mitchell's house and Ed. Already my cock was bulging through my boxers. I lowered them to my ankles and took a picture of my hard cock to send it back to her.She quickly answered that it looked as if I was really waiting for her.Her last message was to advise me to keep that cock hard for her.Less than an hour later, her car pulled up in front of our driveway.From the window I watched as Anita made her way to the door. She was wearing a long beige raincoat and I knew that she was naked underneath… I was wandering where. . an incredible woman ... a sexy ... sensual ... sexual woman!He wanted to touch her.He needed to feel her soft skin.He stepped closer to her, and her lips parted in anticipation, as she squared her shoulders, thrusting out her breast, almost in challenge to him.Her feet shifted, to open her legs ... just a little, but everything she did was an invitation to him...Here! She seemed to be saying, look ... see ... touch ... feel...He was no saint, he was no god, he was only a man ... and it was an. The bane of her existence, the large round breasts reflected in the mirror were hugely responsible for her popularity since entering 6th grade at Bishop Carroll Middle School. Not that she had resembled a playmate in 6th grade; that hadn’t occurred until high school, when she’d started wearing outfits meant to conceal her incredible figure. Guys hit on her despite those best efforts, however; and by 12th grade, her reputation was tattered: she fucked whoever took an interest, they said, and.