Be right there!" the boy called back.Jennifer watched as Robbie appeared from his doorway and strutted down the hallway, his chest bare and his jeans ...uttoned halfway up. Her mouth watered as she watched his youthful muscles ripple sensuously. As he entered the room she closed the door behind him ñ and locked it.What's up, Mom?" Robbie asked as her turned back to face his mother, his hands in his hip pockets and his chest pushed out. Jennifer could almost smell the testosterone flowing. This story needs to be read in order for continuity, this is what she gets up in that holiday&hellip,&hellip, One of the other suites was occupied by Pastor Richards and his wife, picking up on something I had overheard my mother and father say, he wasnt a proper priest or anything like that he preaches at one of these new modern churches, his wife is very quiet but masculine in stature. Pastor Richards is quite a thick set man with beady eyes, when I work in their suite he is always following. I was so pleased to be going to see Lucy, her house was great and in beautiful countryside, seeing my goddaughter and spoiling her would be fun and long chats in to the night with Luce would be just what I needed.Thankfully the train was empty. A young couple sat snuggled up, they looked like teenagers maybe going on their first weekend together, I mused. An older woman sat knitting, her hands flashing as she sat watching out of the window, not paying any attention to her stitches.I felt the. "Let's go and have a nice sit down on my sofa shall we sweetie," sheinvited, entwining her right arm around his bondaged arms and moving inunison across the room."Can you hear the rustle of our taffeta frocks sweetie? Don't you justadore it when the two fabrics rub up against one another? I'll bet youwere desperate to smooth down your taffeta skirt and run your fingersover that delicious bodice of yours darling."Well don't worry because Aunty Joyce will do that for you. There,there..." and she.