There’s a Mc Intosh motel near my house.I check into a room there a couple of hours before Darrel to get ready.I start with a long,hot bath and shav... completely,arms,underarms,legs and chest.I pat dry and do my nails,usually a bright red.This all takes 45 minutes. Then I spend another 45 putting on my make-up.My eyes are hazel so I emphasize them with dark green eyeshadow bordered in black.My lashes are also long and black.My lip-stick is bright red to match my nails.Then I begin to dress. I’ve. If I was willing to wake up at 3:00 AM, I could reach them at their 6:00 PM and chat before their dinner. Skype became our lifeline for keeping touch and far better than the normal phone as we could see each other's smiling faces, and it was way cheaper! Mom and I developed a ritual where she would be enjoying her morning coffee when I would call. She would sometime take her laptop to the porch of her bedroom and sit in the morning sun while we chatted.Life was good, things were busy, I was. I pointed out the Southall station (near her stomach) to her and told her that is where I took the underground to Piccadilly (near her breasts). While telling her about it I was touching her there. Her breath was quickening. I told her about Piccadilly circus , all the while rubbing her tits. Then I told her I took the train back to Southall but missed the station and got off at the next station. I trailed my hands from her tits to her crotch and let it rest there. She took a deep breath and. “Hello Miss Connelly.” Stephen said.“Hello sir.” Jennie replied.“Please call me Stephen.”Jennie closed the door and walked into the room, it was a plain old ordinary office with a desk in the middle with a few chairs seated around it a filing cabinet in one corner and not much else.“Please Jennifer take a seat.”“It’s Jennie, sir. Everyone calls me Jennie.”“And everyone calls me Stephen, not sir. It makes me sound old.”They both laughed. Then they started talking about how Jennie was feeling.