.." I paused for a moment, then added, "I am well versed in the demands of machismo..." Maybe." Tillotson seemed suddenly vulnerable. "I keep finding ...that I am not up to the demands of matching wits with a certain old woman..." Indeed?" I chuckled."Nana Salazar," the Decurion explained, "is eighty-two. She shouldn't be here, but she was the family matriarch, and she showed up for Family Day. The young great-grandson Javier is surrounded by women -- four generations worth, counting his younger. I guess it’s something we’ve been brought to believe in.My story begins when I was 11; I’ve always been a snoop. I was inside my mom and dad’s bedroom in one of their walk-in closets. Which was huge in itself, you could fit 15 large adult size people in here and still be comfortable, and this was mom’s side. The door had a one way mirror in it right in the center that took up almost the whole door. Above each door also going into the closet was a vent. Both closets were like that for some. "Amanda looked at me. She didn't say anything. She just stared at me, standing there in my clothes. So I took the first step and unbuckled my belt. I then pulled up my shirt and took it off and dropped it to the floor. I figured I might as well keep going, so I unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down after I'd kicked off my tennis shoes.I was standing in front of Jessica and Amanda, topless, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and socks.When I walked up to Amanda and stopped, I was. She has long, curly auburn hair framing a beautiful, smiling face. She's nearly forty, but looks thirty or younger. Though small breasted, her perky tits fit her frame perfectly, and her perpetually erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her clingy, revealing dress. Smiling sweetly, she addressed the two young men, but we could make out no more than a word or two. The two firemen appeared to be mid twenties, nice looking guys with athletic builds. The taller of the two.