I'd fed her cat while she and mother went away on holiday and used that opportunity to raid her washing hamper for soiled knickers. Maggie favoured si...k knickers I think they were called French Knickers, loose fitting around the legs, maybe because of her veins? I would sneak up the stairs and go into the bathroom to seek out her knickers in the hamper. Often there would be only one pair, I think she must have done all her washing before she went away so I couldn't take them or she would notice. She felt her nipples harden under her palms, and then felt his weight as he straddled her hips to take over from her. She kept her eyes closed as he cupped her heavy breasts from the sides, his forefingers and thumbs teasing her already hard nipples into elongated peaks as he pushed her breasts together. Her hand moved of it's own volition to find out that he was rock hard, and her fingers traced the outline through his shorts, gauging its thickness and feeling the unmistakable wetness of. “So. You said you helped Tom with his nudity?”Lynette shrugged. “It’s kinda complicated. Tom would get a bad reaction to just seeing naked people, remember we told you that? And you got him to remember what caused that to happen in the first place. So it’s like about a year ago that I had an idea ‘cause Tom saw—oh, I need to back up. Remember we told you how Tom did all his classes by video from the school library?”Amelia nodded.“Well, he accidently saw a relief session. The camera got bumped. . Double fuck.I tidy up and re-lock and get ready to call Felicity.“Hey, who are you? Does Josh know you’re here?”Triple fuck.I turn casually around. She’s around 50, blowzy, suspicious. And nosy.“I dropped off the Portman file. Josh gave me his key.”“Yeah?” Giving me stink eye. Bitch.“Yeah.”When I first read the acronym, SENS, I deciphered it immediately. Strategies for Engineered Negligible Senescence. Well, maybe not immediately.Senescence, I vaguely remembered. Or Google did. Something to.