I finally mustered the courage to talk to her. I realized my conversation skills were pathetic so I decided to just simply tell her how I felt about ...wanting her and so, one day, I did just that. I was bracing for a cutting verbal put down from her. Instead, what I got was her hand lightly brushing my crotch as she said, "talk to me at lunch". I'll skip a lot of details here and just say that, as we had agreed at that lunch, I picked Christy up one afternoon in my old car and brought her to. Anyway, there is nothing to do now.This time Andrey was dressed in jeans tight-fitting his muscular legs and a black T-shirt with such a neckline that even his chest was slightly visible, and his nipples protruded under the fabric.I escorted the guest to the living room. Brought a couple of beer glasses. We poured a glass and drank. Don't ask me how I felt at that moment. Everything inside me is mixed. This is excitement, and fear, and joy, and ... Something else that I could not understand.We. She had the rounded hips and narrow waist that most women would wish for. Michelle began turning, giving me an exciting view of her gorgeous rounded butt cheeks. She was special. She was probably about 5'5" maybe 125 to 130 pounds, remarkably slender for a mother of so many. She turned back around and stood with her arms at her sides with her palms toward me. She just stood there with an expectant smile and questioning look in her eyes.Without another thought, I stepped to her and took her in. Your pussy tingles. And she smiles a little as you stare into each others eyes.Hi, she says, you must be Phoebe.Yes, you say.Come with me...She takes you by the hand and closes the door.She leads you down a short corridor into the main room, there is a large staircase leading up, and a smaller one leading down.She says, wait here.You sit on a red velvet chair, and wait as she wanders off through a door to your left.She is gone for a while and as you sit there the house is so quiet.Except, you.