I then slipped into my bath and relaxed away the day.Chapter 5 Redcar.On Saturday morning my 'Work' phone went off, I was sitting on my stoolin the fr...nt box room dressed in a very comfy teddy bear onesie gentlyteasing the fuselage of an English Electric Lightning from its plasticsprue, I put down the small pieces of plastic and took my phone off theworktop."Hello?" Little Mouse?" I smiled as I knew exactly who it was it was my friendPeggy."Peggy, how are you? I haven't heard from you in ages.". Not that I was complaining too much. I’m twenty six years old and I keep myself in shape. I stand just over five and a half feet tall, and I have dark chestnut hair that hangs to my waist. As any woman with curls can tell you, it’s a pain in the proverbial ass trying to keep curly hair of that length neat. I’d struggled for three hours this evening trying to get it tamed. I love my hair – because of an accident at my birth, I have golden blonde streaks shooting through my chestnut curls, and I. Pleeeease Tommy." I want to see your breasts," I replied as I pushed the straps of her dress down off her shoulders. Then I quickly unsnapped her bra. Her full, pink capped tits tumbled out."You can't!" Why? Do you think your husband would mind? " I asked as my palms took possession of her breasts. "They're so beautiful," I crooned into her ear."They're not. And Greg's always been good to you. He's treated you like a son," she argued as I massaged her now erect little nubs. Her nips were. She could feel that she was close. She tried to turn over, but even her newly tense muscles couldn’t lift him. Then she lost all consciousness of being held down. There was only the stroking finger and the fire it lit. Lightning struck within her. She lifted up, but his weight bore her down. Her legs lifted as her loins drove forward, but her mound met only the unyielding earth. Lightning struck again, and she couldn’t breathe.Then his finger left her, his arm relaxed, and he even let go of her.