I wasn't really meaning to beanything other than polite. I didn't really understand what she'd meant,we all want what we want don't we?I headed into ...he steam room and didn't think anything more about it. Thesteam room was in the men's changing room. It was already about 9.30 inthe evening so most of the immediate post-work crowd had made their wayhome and I had the room to myself. I sat there took a few deep breaths andlet my muscles start to relax. I let my mind wander and thoughts. Tall dark and definitely hunky. He was delivering some new clothes from New Look. He said "Debbie Costa?" as he wiped a bead of sweat off his brow. I said yeah, that's for me. "Sign here?" he said quietly, and I put a squiggle on the machine.It had been a hot day and I felt a little sorry for him - he looked a bit hot and flustered. So I said "you look like you could use a cold drink" He smiled and said thanks. As I walked back into the kitchen the click of my heels echoed loud as he followed. I couldn't help admiring her pert arse in those pyjamas. She climbed into bed. I suddenly had a thought and opened a box to find the book which had been Gemma's favourite. My daughter had boxed it up a week earlier to take to a charity shop.In the half light, I saw the sudden pleasure in her eyes as she saw the cover of the book. I lay on the top of the duvet. Not certain that I could control myself without the duvet between us. She nestled into the crook of my arm, her head on my chest and I. The rest of Friday went by and again that even I found my pussy extremely wet and I was definitely very horny. I somehow didn't pleasure myself and eventually after stuggling I managed to fall asleep and had a good night's rest. Waking up Saturday morning my daughter joined me in my bedroom to watch TV. A bit after 9h00 I got up and while she still was watching cartoons I hopped into the shower. I washed myself as well as shaved my pussy for lover to muff me later on. Once out the shower and.