(No, it never came to that. I wouldn't have minded if it did.) For at least a month, though, nothing happened.But then my friend and his girlfriend st...rted having issues. I never asked what they were, but it became apparent that something was up when she started texting me more often and about more personal things. She would ask me things like, "Are you still hooking up with that girl Carol? She doesn't even swallow!" or she'd tell me how long it's been since she'd been fucked ("It's been. To put it bluntly, Mrs Jackson, the poor chap's in desperate need of a good wank. It's as simple as that." "I wondered why his, well, his er...Why he's always on parade, if you no what I mean. Standing to attention." "Quite." "That explains it. Whenever I help him in the bathroom, he always gets, you know – stiff. It’s so damned awkward - and embarrassing. I have to get him to stand a good two metres - that's about six tiles - from the toilet and let him pee up into the air while I in the. ’ Simon chuckled a little at that. Lydia wasn’t exactly obsessive about neatness, but he could just imagine her trying to clean up or cook while Simon was sprawled on the sofa. She’d probably dust him, better yet, cover him with a drop cloth. ‘Then I guess we’d better get used to sharing a bed.’ He was pleased he managed to keep his voice even instead of triumphant. The hell with it , she decided. She was tired of doing this on her own, tired of being scared, and now she had the chance of some. “Oh I do like your red underwear” she said with a slight giggle as she looked right between Sophies legs however with a skirt as short as hers it was difficult to not show her gusset as she had quite a large thigh gap and even with her knees touching her panties were visible, I certainly wasn’t complaining and I don’t think Debby was either.“My daughter wears them just the same Sophie, I get used to it” she continued with a warming smile.Now that the line had been crossed I could feel myself.