" So what? Do you think it'll scare him away?" Of course not; he'll be as hard as a piece of iron." Good."And so it came to pass that on the following...Sunday afternoon I was at my daughter's apartment. My dress was casual; slacks and a blouse. Since I had no doubt about how I wanted the day to progress, I hadn't worn any panties, although my bra, visible through the translucent blouse, kept a semblance of propriety. I was sitting in the living room, at one end of the couch, when Ryan rang the. I told Uncle Carl about the ice-hockey equipment, and that I wanted to get rid of it, to make room for more things in the attic. And he was very happy with the prospect of saving a lot of money, if the stuff might fit Alfred. Sneaky little me knew, that Alfred's parents both work rather late, so I set a date for Monday afternoon at three. Alfred was to come to our place, and we'd see if the things would fit. I could easily use my flex time to be home at three.Helen had overheard this. My nipples felt so hard. Their little tongues flicked over them quickly. I wanted more. I wanted out of my clothes. It must have read my mind, because it stopped kissing my mouth and neck. Without breaking contact with my nipples, it managed to rip my shirt down the middle and slide it off me. I wasn't wearing pants. I guess, since I don't wear panties to bed, that I didn't here. The free ends of those arms began to caress my back and stomach, trailing down my hips and legs. They wrapped. Great, I said, see you there I walked through the doors of The Grapes a few minutes after knocking off for the week. It was busy, full of people having a few after work drinks, office types mainly but also a few guys from the nearby building sites, your usual London crowd. The Grapes is one of those Gastro Pubs, good wine, good food, a little smarter than your normal pub but still open to the odd builder as long as they had a shirt on. The atmosphere was pretty lively considering it was just.