I heard the doorbell ring from the kitchen where I was wiping down the counter after lunch.
My new husband was out for the day handling some business, and my stepson Jake had gone to run errands with his girlfriend.
The house felt quiet and empty until the door rang and I smoothed down my thin cotton sundress, the one that hugged my full breasts and flared just enough at my hips to show off my curves without trying too hard.
At forty two I still turned heads, my body soft in all the right places from years of good living, wide hips, thick thighs, and a round ass that filled out my clothes nicely. My dark hair fell loose around my shoulders, and I had on just a touch of lipstick.
When I opened the door there he was. My stepson's college friend, standing on the porch with a backpack sl
