Conrad took her over to the big windows that faced the St. Lawrence River. They could see the cannons below and the other side of the river. They coul... see the people along the boardwalk and the street performers doing acrobatics.She did not complain when he stood behind her pointing out the different points of interest along the river. She knew it was coming when he cupped her breast. It was going to happen. How could a forty year old mother of two resist after he had spent a year or so. ‘Holy shit, that didn’t just happen!’ I say out loud, stumbling for my shorts.‘Jason? Are you up here?’ My mom’s coming up the stairs.‘Err yeah, I’m just getting changed. I’ll be out in a minute. What are you doing home so early?’ I manage.‘I wrapped up my project early so I thought I’d come home rather than spend the day sat in the office doing paperwork. I told you I’d probably be out early today, you guys never listen to me’ she laughed.‘Oh, right, yeah...sorry, I totally forgot’ I buttoned. Is it washing, or massaging. Doesn’t matter, it feels good to her. Head dropping forward a bit, her chin rests on her chest as his hands work their magic. Around the shoulders, down the upper arms, circling underneath and back up. His hands run down her back, stopping at the top of her cheeks. His fingers kneed her skin, cleansing it and working the muscles underneath. He kneels. His hands slide down the outside of her hips, then pause as he reloads with the slippery goo. His hands encircle. It had been a typical day but the decision to go to the 'pictures' as they were call then only came about when he read the local paper and the section advertising what picture was on at the local theatre that evening. "El Cid", he muttered. "That is about the time when the Moors were being kicked out of Spain. I don't suppose it will be a true account but it should be a picture with plenty of action. I'm not doing anything this evening, I'll go".Living alone there was just a few dishes to wash,.