His lips pursed, Danni was staring impassively at his mother. But he felt distraught and was barely able to stifle his emotions. Rachel looked at him,... reached out and tenderly took his hand. Danni winced."Everything will be all right, Danni. I feel better now," Rachel explained softly.Danni nodded."Bring me the shoes, dear!"Danni looked around and saw that her mother's pumps were left off near the table. He brought them, then rested them beside her feet. Rachel slipped the right shoe on, looked. Examining the proffered view was pleasant; she was squatting with her knees about a foot apart, sans culottes (Without Panties), as the French might say, an intensely attractive woman, carefully groomed, well dressed, except for those naked parts, a handsome swell to her bosom, but not over developed, slinky, sexy calves and smooth thighs clad in the finest hosiery and tightly gartered, all highlighting her protrudent, hirsute blond mons and fleshy parted labial portal that was partially. We stayed like that until we heard a car pull up in the drive. We walked around the front of the house to see a taxi pulling away and Clive and Sally standing there. I’d forgotten that they had taken a taxi home last night, so they needed to collect their cars, hers and the BMW I’d given, well sold to them last night. Clive put his golf clubs in the boot of the BMW and we said hello and goodbye. Sally told him she’d see him at home this evening and with a smile a mile wide and a throaty roar,. I stood in the doorway gawking, unsure what to do. Her smile never faded and she invited me in, perhaps oblivious to what she was doing to me, but most likely totally aware. How could she not be? I have no clue if she asked me for my identification or not.She invited me to sit on the couch, then sat next to me. And yes, snuggling close so she could see the questionnaire my shaking hands were holding. I remember the perfume she was wearing, like lilac but better, lots better.I tried to read the.