Let’s talk about this tomorrow though, it is rather late.” I gave her a big hug and a very serious French kiss, which lasted about five minutes an... turned round and ran back to Mom’s room. I jumped into bed and just hugged and kissed her. “I love you so much, Mom. I really do.” By the time Mom was about eight months along in her pregnancy, it was getting more difficult to hold back my enthusiasm. I was still having sex with Nan, but about 3 times a week now and I had talked her into letting. She slowly ran them down my body; her touch was like electricity coursing through me. Her hands moved down onto my hips and she moved her perfect face in close to mine. “I want you, Sasha.” I shook my head, my whole body was on fire. And then I realised something… I actually wanted her. I wanted Kat. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted her to fuck me. I wanted her. She drew me in as close as we could get, her breasts were pressed against mine, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel how hard. " Or less," I put in."Yeah. Most mornings Mike gets himself off before he even gets up to pee and that takes him less than a minute or so." You can work your self to a climax in a minute or less?" Johanna asked in total disbelief."Yeah, but I've already got a hard on when I wake up."Kathy snickered. "You should see him just pound the ol' pole down!"I gave her a wry glance. "You're just jealous." A minute or two?" Johanna said doubtfully, like she didn't believe us."Yeah. Seriously, that's about. That's a watchmaker. Yes it is. Go look it up. Anyway, I was helping in the shop for this nice old guy, name of Dennis. He had been making and fixing watches his whole life, and his wife had run the shop until the previous year, when she had succumbed to some disease or other, and Dennis needed someone to cover him for breaks and so on. We had got to the point where he would leave me in charge on late nights, and go home to his empty flat, and I would lock up, and leave notes for him if any.