Megan, by contrast, voiced her reservations."Will that change anything between us, Harry?" she could not help but ask."Why should it, Megan?" Henry as...ed, slightly bewildered."With your own daughter around we'll be just step-children." Don't be silly, Megan!" Pat answered instead of Henry. "We'll just be a bigger family. That's all." Pat, as always, you took the words right out of my mouth," Henry concurred taking Megan's hand in his. "Megan, as soon as Josie and I are married, I will file for. I was mildly curious about what was going on but it didn't stop me from eyeing up his arse as he ran,lol.He might be a skinny little runt,my mate,but his arse was well lush.And now we'd done filthy stuff with each other,well,filthy stuff was quickly becoming my main thought.By the time I reached them Stevie was buried in his mam's chest...& what a chest,her tits were massive.And she always wore really tight tops so her nipples poked against whatever she had on,stuck out like thumbs they did.I. Her arms framed her round breasts with their long nipples, hard from anticipation. She felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her inner sheath and her face bore the look of sweet anticipation. She lifted her arms to hold his sides and her breasts fell to a natural pose on her chest.He looked down at their union, her smooth mound seeming to swell forward to take him and as he pushed forward their eyes met until hers rolled back in an unadulterated overload of sensuous pleasure as he slid. A daily duty to make sure he didn’t send any Christmas card unnecessarily.A few seats away and at a slight angle to him, as she was every morning, sat Millie Thompson similarly hidden behind the Guardian and to all intents and purposes, studying it intently. Only she wasn’t. Her sole reason for sitting where she did was that it afforded her surreptitious glances at the Major for whom she had long held suppressed feelings. She always dressed smartly in the hopes that he would take an interest.