It gets a little slippery sometimes, but for the most part the idea has stuck, and in fact it seems to be strengthening and growing.Sometimes I need t...o remind myself how beautiful that idea seemed on that boat in the middle of the water, and that’s one of the reasons why I wanted to write this blog.That, and if it’s possible to do the thought justice, I wanted to put it in a way that could spread this idea.We as a race are clearly in some sort of an adolescent stage of evolution, and it. I did not like the idea at first, looking at my friends sister like this but dear god I could not control it. When I fell into this situations I was someone else, watching my body and this new soul continue in which I would not, well not be able to just yet. On a hot summers day around in the evening me and my friend Ben were watching a movie in his room which he shares with his brother so sometimes it became crowded but when he was doing something else I would normally say "Oh just going to. Just to remind you, mom's body despite being 40 didn't seem to be losing any of its sexual appeal. Her long silky legs were always a turn on as it is. I'd always find myself staring at them from top to bottom, with her thighs being slightly larger in proportion to the rest of her legs. They'd often be smooth and elegant. Her waist despite being 40 and giving birth to me over 21 years ago was quite modest. With wide hips, you could really notice her curves in anything that she wore. Her ass was. ”“One final item. I don’t know if you’ve all thought of this, but, except in very certain circumstances, none of you should be entertaining wearing underwear of any sort with these outfits.”I was looking at Liya when Mom said that. She knew that she was going to be showing a bit through those shorts I’d found for her. Liya swallowed hard but nodded her head. I pulled her aside and whispered in her ear.“Have you considered ... umm ... shaving for those shorts?”She turned her head and looked hard.