The radio blasting as my distraction. The sounds were very ineffective. It appeared as if nothing could help me. A horn blast from the semi-truck next... to be almost scaring me to death. The trucker waves out his window and yells some obscenity that I cannot really hear. The tucker reminds me once again of what it is I am doing.I drive the rented convertible, with the top down in spite of the cool temperatures. How odd I must appear, in my low cut white blouse and my very short black skirt. My. In between visits I was working on my butt exercises. Then one time when I was visiting her I came out of the shower wearing the little underwear she always made me wear and I was walking across the room when she told me to stop. She told me that my butt looked bigger and told me to, “pull your panties down your butt halfway”. I did and she started to laugh. She asked me if I was doing butt exercises and I said yea. She asked why, still laughing, I had no excuse ready so I just made something. Lanier were my two favorite-looking teachers and my grandmother resembled Mrs. Thompson quite a lot. Their figures were very similar, all curves and full-breasted. I also had several friends whose moms I paid close attention to, my favorite MILFS, one, Andy Rhine's mom, she was really nice. I'd seen her in a short skirt once and that was the day that I became a 'leg-man, ' for sure.So, not surprisingly, I sat there appraising my grandmother's figure, she was dressed, of course, very nicely, her. I got down on my hands and knees and began slowly crawling towards him. He was unsure how to take this. I was careful not to seem threatening, but also not submissive. He had to know who was boss.At one point he scrambled a bit, further into the corner, and in the process moved the blankets that were blocking the light. A shaft of light came in and illuminated him partly, and I got my first good look at my new son.He was much smaller than the man I’d taken home from the bar. He’d been a.