She desperately wanted Jenny to take her bra off for her so she could free her breasts and offer them to her caress.“You won’t tell anyone, will y...u?” asked Leslie, her hand on Jenny’s hip.“No, just as I won’t tell you who it was last year.”Leslie caressed her hair then touched her cheek. “Thank you.” Jenny stopped, looked down at Leslie and slowly moved towards her. Their lips touched and Jenny leaned back up to gauge the reaction. The smile, the closed eyes and the gentle touch of Leslie’s. At 25 I was his first grandc***d contemplating marriage. Well when I say contemplating... the pending marriage was an arranged one. Such arrangements were not unknown back in 1950's rural England where I grew up. A lot of negotiation in the form of dowries went on between the fathers on both sides. Very often the bride to be was on the 'plain side' and believe it or not could still be a virgin on the wrong side of 30. In my case I was lucky my wife-to-be was only 28. Since she had six brothers. One who does, what he doesn't want to do, just because it is the right thing to do." the first one said."That's too fucking Zen for me," I said."Me too, just something I heard," he said."Well I don't know about you two, but I'm headed back," I said."After you ma'am," They said. I knew they were slowing down their run just to be sure no one grabbed me. I would still rather have been tooled up, than be an anyones else's mercy.I was in the shower forty five minutes, when I heard the outside door. Ishould be OK for today." Did you shave all over?" Kayla looked at me questioningly."Yeah. I bought that stuff you suggested and rubbed it all over. Ithink I got most of it except at the back." If she saw my neatlytrimmed patch she would wonder why I would go that far. But it was asmall risk I had to take."Good. Why don't you go into the changing area and get into the outfit.We can then discuss and go to the makeover. I have the wig styled andit looks pretty close to what you need." Kayla.