Andrew opened the door to her bedroom and stepped in, closing it behind him before turning to face her. His jaw dropped, staring at the MILF in her black, lacy underwear. He had long had a crush on her - Angela might have been his mothers age, but she had a fit, tight body and, well, she was a MILF. Over the last year or two, they had grown closer and closer, flirting more and more, his touch lingering. Seeing her like this, though  - well, it was an even better sight than her in a bikini.<br/><br/>He shut his mouth and dry swallowed the lump in his throat, eyes glued to her body until she turned around, at which point he'd advert his gaze. Andrew was in jeans and a t-shirt himself, casual wear for a casual night. The dark haired boy of 20 had extricated himself from the gaggle of girls and the one other guy that was over, the small group watching a movie with Sarah, Angelas daughter.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Smith." He says, always the polite one, always very formal. "I was just coming to check on you as you seemed quite anxious earlier - I can leave if you like."