"What the hell--" Shh!" she said, and kissed him lightly but hotly upon the mouth. "Jean is a real fox. I'm doing you a big favor, young man." Huh?" h... said, but she whirled away, after a dirty, quick caress of his crotch. He stood watching her, seeing the groovy way her ass moved in her tight jeans, knowing now the magic feel of that ass and the pussy itself. Beautiful and hot, juicy and eager to fuck, she was some sister to have. Glynn wanted to run after her and grab her tits from behind, so. " Where are there trains from?" I asked, not completely sure if I knew where Preston was. "Birmingham? Manchester?" He grunted and shrugged, and told me that I knew as much as he did.I groaned at him, and Rhea interrupted. "Are our tickets valid tomorrow?" She asked, and he looked at his monitor."They should be."I looked at them and then back down at him. "Is that a yes or a no?" I can't tell ya, but they should be." Listen mate," Rhea spat. "Are they valid, yes or no?" He looked at the monitor. Slowly and lovingly we kissed and tasted each other, I sucked the wetness from her tongue and savoured it, she whimpered and pressed herself against me, her nipples, hard little pebble-like points of desire. I ran my hands over her naked back, beneath her armpits, down to her hips while her own hands caressed my back.It didn't end suddenly, but gradually we seemed to regain our self-control, God I wanted her so much, she had become more than my mother, much, much more. She'd become a beautiful,. I knew she'd be tired from driving, but I figured this would be worthwhile. She came in, saw me, and smiled. She dropped her bags at the door, ran up, hugged me, and kissed me, damn-near sucking my tongue out of my mouth. I felt her lips lose tension. She pulled away, and asked, "Who are they?"I grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Honey, I got you something." I proceeded to pull her clothes off, a little slower than I could have, so I could give a bit of a strip show. Skirt, blazer, blouse, nylons,.