The last time Charles got home was for William’s funeral. Despite the gloom William’s death cast over the family, everyone tried to act as it was ...efore the war. The first thing he noticed upon arrival was the reduced size of the staff. Buxton, head of the house, greeted him as he walked in the front door. ‘Mister Charles!’ Buxton said in surprise. ‘You should have let us know you were coming.’ ‘No, Buxton. No fuss. I didn’t find out myself until a few days ago. I would have got here before the. I could have waited in my apartment but I went to the railway station to pick him up. I had specifically asked him to come by railway and not by AC coach. I wanted to smell his stench. He called me up at 5 in the morning. He was about to be there.I took my car and went to the station. I don’t know what was more wet, Bangalore road due to the drizzle or my pussy from the expectation and excitement! Thoughts were racing inside my mind.We finally met at the railway station and hugged each other. As they watched each other, Carol slowly slipped her right hand up and cupped her left breasts. The swells of both large breasts showed clearly above the opening of her low cut blouse. As Carol squeezed her breast now, even more of it was pushed over the top. The attendant watched with rapt attention. As Carol cupped and squeezed her full breast... she fondled her hard little nipple in an obvious manner. I was enjoying this interplay a great deal and was getting turned on. I noticed the man. Adele must have been reading my mind as she continued to watch. "Youhave such succulent lips sweetie. A man would certainly like to kissthem and they would look so pretty wrapped around a big cock."Despite my brain saying "no way" my cock gave a lurch under my gaffe. Ihad to be careful, my libido was engaged in high gear and I mightsubmit to anything.After breakfast we went to the mall and spent the rest of the dayshopping. When we left we were laden with skirts, dresses, lingerie,dresses,.